DEAR SISTER
I don't know why I'm so pissed off
It ain't the five hundred
And it ain't the storm
It's the dream that my writing has merit
And my sister won't give me the satisfaction
of thinking that I could do good
She's just like my mother was
Always looking down her nose
Saying I'll never be able to look after myself
Not believing in my dream but it's my dream
And I'm going to make it happen
She says "You don't want me to come up there
and take control of your finances!"
I want to be a writer of note, and I believe
I believe in the value of my work
There's nothing wrong with believing in a dream
And so, my Dear Sister when I'm rich and famous
the first thing I'm going to say to you is
"I told you so."
Copyright © William HAYNES | Year Posted 2025
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