Sisterhood
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I finally had a moment 2 catch up on take'n the time 2 really read, fully Your Words of encouragement.
And 🤍.
And strength.
And belong'n.
I would always peek @ Your message 2 tickle Me thru hard moments.
To seal the dealOur little fingers lockTangling like the boondocksThe promise now annealed
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My sister and I know each other like the back of our own hands.
Each freckle a thought that lurks in the cracks of our consciousness as we try to sleep at night.
Each vein the greatest secrets we hold deep within our souls
My sister and I know each other like the back of our own hands.
Each freckle a thought that lurks in the cracks of our consciousness as we try to sleep at night.
Each vein the greatest secrets we hold deep within our souls
I was born in two halves: Red and Gold
Our colors mixed in the wind of our laughter
our tears
our screams
our shared stories
Colors flew when we hurled words at each other
like vocally loaded bulletsÂ
once upon a time
 our lives were intertwined the right way
the love we had so sticky sweet
rich like batido de mamay*
flower garlandsÂ
locketsÂ
locked hands
Today I met a friend
Someone Strong and funny and out going
Someone small and frial.
Someone faint of heart
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I met someone knowledgeableÂ
but that wasn't my friend
I sit on the living room floor
and eat a bowl of unhealthily saccharine
breakfast food at 6:33, ante meridiem.
Criticized constantly by your dad
Always comparing you to your brother,
He tears you down and makes you sad
For me, I got to experience poetry first through my sister. She is five years older than me and all I aspire to be.
"Hey it's the twins!"
We have our own names
I kept telling people
But nobody knew us by them
I hated it
I couldn't stand being identical
"No, I'm Courtney..."
They'd apologize
Who am I
I am me and she is she
I am my sista girl’s best friend
Down with her to the bitter endI love her no matter what and pass no judgmentÂ
Who am I
I am me and she is she
I am my sista girl’s best friend
Down with her to the bitter endI love her no matter what and pass no judgmentÂ
A young man dressed in grey
Consumed in a subtle pain
Walks along a path
Woven, built, and made of frayed webbed thread,
A conduit for hidden despairs.
As if some vengeful deity
If I don't hold you down who will
What if I don't hold your hand when you're ready to quit
I can’t look at you
You’re not the same person
You feel my eyes shooting daggers
And my mouth spitting lies
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Silver and Bordeaux,
Sisterhood that never goes.
Started with ten girls.
Then became much more then that.
We take baby steps forward
Then back we’ll fall
But our steps are in synch
We’re giving our all
Best friends and sisters
We float hand in hand
Down the river of life
Away from dry land
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Bickering and fighting
Caring and sharing
Kicking and screaming
Hugging and loving
Yelling and crying
Being and believing
Living.
From the beginning
And forever
Sisterhood
The dirt-stained
converse sneakers
she wears
stomp
busily past me,
while our sisterhood
holds on tightly to those dirty laces.
