The sister

February 16, 2010
By RaeRae=] BRONZE, Decatur, Illinois
RaeRae=] BRONZE, Decatur, Illinois
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The Sister

Hold my hand, we'll jump in together,
You retard! That doesn't look good with that sweater!

She's got the style and I have the class,
But both of us know she has the killer - butt.

We bicker, we fight, we scream, we yell,
but when in trouble, we promise never to tell.

A friend is for a while, but a sister is forever,
and with each other, we'll face anything together.

My blood, my friend, my bestie, my sister,
mess with us and we'll drop you mister!

A friend to hold you, a shoulder to cry on,
but at the mention of food, that girl is gone.

She's a jock, and I'm supposedly emo,
but despite our differences, we'll never let go.

From singing in the car, to dancing in the driveway,
she'll be my sister forever and always.

The author's comments:
My sister and I are very close, so that inspired me to write this poem.

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