Sister
A cage for three
room for two
one had died
to free herself
Spoon for one
she feeds her slave
the one that weeps
and begs for her warmth
She watched us all
with satisfaction in her eyes
I was the one
that nourished her soul
with tears in my eyes
and blood on my knees
She neglected the other
constantly feeding me
she glanced at me
"I love you" she said
I peered at her
with anger in my eyes
we call her sister
but she locked us up
I shattered her pride
and broke her heart
she got upset
she let me starve
She called the other
and gave her food
i cried for mine
she looked away
On my judgement day
with my last breath
i called out "sister"
she smirked at me
I called her again
she took her hand
and plunged it in my back
I smiled at her
Finally,
I was free from 'sister' too
This is my first poem with first person pronoun, mixed up tenses, and a few punctuation. This is because my friend, which I used to refer to as 'sister', hurt me in everyway possible. I didn't know I was trapped until one day I stood up to her and gained my freedom, but in doing so it paralyzed me. I was angry at her, but now i just feel sorry for her.
Copyright © Clara Alao | Year Posted 2020
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