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."