Sissy

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We are sisters;
you and I.
Sure, I am a bit older than you.
Sure, we have different mothers; fathers.
Sure, we grew up in opposite surroundings.
Yet I still believe that we are sisters.
 
They say you look like a young me.
I can see it when we stand
side by side in front of the mirror.
You are growing so fast
Already to my shoulder.
I am so proud of you, little sis.
 
You are right when you tell us all
that you are so lovable,
so cute when you say that.
I love you so much, little sis;
even when you are being . . . 
well . . . 
not so lovable.
 
To be with you forever
is something I'd like to see.
I know I nag you like a mother,
as if you needed another.
I do it to protect you, 
I can't control him,
I know, 
but me nagging is to keep you safe.
 
Some people seem to think that you 
truly are mine.
"What a pity," they say.
"She looks so young."
They are talking about me of course . . .
We both try our best to be independent;
yet we are so shy.
 
I try my hardest
to fix you when you hurt.
When one of us cries,
the other does too.
We are sisters,
you and I.
 
You call me "Sissy."
My brother called me that . . . 
Still does, in fact . . . 
Imagine, a 17 year old boy yelling "Sissy" across two states . . .
(today is his 17th, btw)
 
I used to get angry
Was it hard for him to call me by my name?
Once in a while he would do it . . .
call me by my name.
I thought I would have liked it,
but he just sounded so fake. 
 
We would get angry,
and oh boy! would we fight.
Mom used to day, "It's all your fault he's like this."
Was it I who chose to raise us as spoiled brats?
(he moreso than I)
I couldn't understand.
We've put eachother through a lot.
I do love that boy.
 
We grew a lot closer
as we lived further apart.
But he makes me so angry,
the way he uses us.
Mom upsets me as well,
the way she just lets him.
She let him run the show one too many times.
I woud get so angry at how she would let him step all over her.
to use her, to use Dad.
 
That was part of the reason I wanted to leave, Sis.
Yet when I call home,
things haven't changed.
All that is different is that I am not there.
It's better this way.
It's long overdue.
 
So, little sis;
you say, "I love you"
well shucks, little sis;
I love you too.
I am glad to have met you,
Sweet sister of mine.
We can do anything together, 
you and I.
 
Yet at times you remind me of him . . . 
My brother, that is . . . 
Just the way you are selfish.
Thinking of you,
not willing to help out.
 
I was like that before I left,
but now, like a lizard changes it's skin,
I have too.  
My skin is gone, 
the security is lost.
I have left them . . . 
well, as much as I can.  
 
They have left go . . .
well, as much as they can.
Sis, I am gaining my independence.
It's scary though . . .   
Sometimes, just like my dad had wished,
I wish I was still a little girl . . . 
 
Sis, I want you to know
that I am here for you always
even though I must go.