Child of my father
Daughter of my mother
Blood of my blood.
We played together as kids
Shared a lot in our childhood
We still make nasty jokes at each other
We singsong late in the night.
When am scared of the dark
Or hurting deep within
I can always crawl into your bed
I know am welcome, we are sisters!
There are times you make me happy
These times I sing you praise
I’m in a parting mood
I’m glad we are sisters.
Sometimes you make me angry
Then, I want to smash you into pulp
You are talented at irritating me
I wonder why we had to be related.
Many times you make me proud
You are the jewel of our race
I want to be associated with you
I beat my chest and boast for you.
There are moments when am lost
I go the wrong path
And do the silly-est of things
You un-falteringly point me to the right direction.
Sometimes am embarrassed to be called your siz
Maybe I’ve offended and shamed our people
But you always love me
You still call me your sister.
Other times I feel empty and lonely
That the world is against me
I feel unwanted and be-littled
But you hold my hand…give me strength.
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