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Reyna Hester-Avila Poem
I am the ignored big sister,
The good big sister,
The must be perfect big sister.
I look at the high podium that I was forced to build.
Why?
I don't want this..
My little brother hates me,
My Grandparents expect everything from me,
My parents expect more from me.
No one knows me.
You must think I'm a perfect student,
I struggled silently for years with anxiety,
I have depression. My grades are terrible.
I’m failing orchestra.
WHY?
In an unintentional protest to my parents?
I wish I knew. I was perfect for so long,
or I tried to be perfect, that I finally snapped.
But, I am the perfect big sister, I must pick myself up,
I’m the good big sister, I donate baked goods for my brother's troop.
But I'm the ignored big sister so nothing I do will be recognised,
no one will care if I have to stay up an extra two hours to bake.
I am the perfectly good big sister.
I hope.
Copyright © Reyna Hester-Avila | Year Posted 2025
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Reyna Hester-Avila Poem
Always being told who to be and how to act.
Told I could be anything by Barbie,
but then told to look like her.
At 6 told that I had to be careful walking alone,
At 10 was told “Bleed = breed” after my body started to change,
At 12 was catcalled for the first time by old men,
At 14 was told I couldn’t be alone with my uncle,
At 15 someone I considered a friend made sexual jokes about me,
At 16 my father's friend said if he was younger,
Now 17 and scared as to how it can get worse,
The listed experiences in this life have been mild and almost nothing
Why must this be the norm for so many not women but girls?
When can a girl walk down the street in the dark without a taser?
Can we ever feel safe in our bodies?
Or are we just Women?
Copyright © Reyna Hester-Avila | Year Posted 2025
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