O, Sister Mine -
Why are you doing this to yourself?
It’s not cool, or sexy.
You don’t want to be like them,
Life-drained zombie girls, dead behind the eyes
Puppeted by men who only want
That one unsayable thing.
I remember how you used to be,
The sweet child who hated wearing dresses.
Always stuck to our mother
Like glue.
Now you’re hard, taped up shut
I can’t remember the last time we hugged.
The knowledge in those blue eyes
Like Mum’s, like mine
It makes me want to cry sometimes.
Sweet Sixteen, my Baby Sister.
How could you let this happen
After watching what Daddy did?
The thought of you with that scumbag makes me sick.
But I smile instead, because I love you.
Maybe it’s just a phase.