Stepsister Poems - Poems about Stepsister

...FYI BEFORE READ. this was made as a personal note to a stepsister i lost over time, this is more of a note then a true poem. but i felt the need to share. A sinner Was I born this way? Did I ......

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...My dog's as smart as a geek. He can bark in English, Arabic, and Greek. He’s expert in canine mathematics, can discuss dog-fight aerodynamics, and is fluent in bow-wow doublespeak. And yo......

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...There’s a certain feeling When you close the door behind you. Freedom that comes Only with emotional safety. I don’t know where I don’t know how Not ever sure why I accepted an invitatio......

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...Truth minus freedom —equals Academia (Dreamsleep: February, 2021)......

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...A combined family. A tricky situation. One I have managed to avoid and gladly I have no idea how they do it. Each thinking the other one’s children are spoiled. Keeping their mouths shut o......

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...She came to me at five at war inside between Plan A RightEgo Dominant against Plan B LeftEcoPolitical Wrong. I came to her to ask outside for LeftYang NatureRights, cooperatively suppor......

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...Dearest Sons and dearest Cinderella StepSister, I regret ways I have failed each of you. From today's view of memory clips, frames as farms of teaching-learning times, my Great Lover Eldest, y......

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...No! Cut this piece here! No! Not there! Why didn't you cut it right? says Princess StepSister's hyper-ventilated syndrome, jonesing for her next pork chop. I would have finished but you be......

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...There are three of them, Cinderella siblings: shapely, deciduous, their leafy green darkness undulating in the specter wind, its silent snare drum emulating heartbeats in syncopated symmetry. "Take......

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...Trailing behind the bunch was Her. One whose equilibrium is so far forward, she trips on her own breath. Her head was hanging low in self-pity, luckily, her rollie backpack was acting as the gravit......

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...I play with sorrow hide-and-seek For love will hide and I am weak, And when I locate the pot of gold I find the rainbow has been sold. I explore the real life of this fairy tale The gingerbrea......

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...Give to me sweet gentle mist. Thoughts complete my world turbot. Of peace whisper peer cool fist their voices music cords cane doe. Unspoiled world pound stepsister. To the children who spoile......

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...Exchanged for the plates they made and painted with colors representing springtimes I hardly remember was the sidewalk way too warm to walk upon with barefeet I hardly remember Scratched thro......

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