Sorta Sister

Hey Baaaaby-

Yo cute

My shoulder to cry on

my shopping buddy

Pretty pretty pretty

I see one gray hair, then two,

and suddenly you feel like

you need to color your hair


You told me how to make up

you explained how to style

You know about aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

the boys

and you loved me when I thought I did them

Nagger and complainer

I called you

(in my head, because there's no way you'd let me say it to your face)

And every time I find a new quirk of mine

you already knew

Every project your hand was into

until I got sick of it and cried


But I missed your guuiding fingers ever since

I got my laugh from you

My howling cackle

I guess a glowing personality

I'm sorry I was ever the one who made you cry

My best friend

when everyone else moved on

You're more than cute sistah

You're p e r f e c t

I needed help all the time

and you knew

I love you Mama.

This poem is about: 
My family


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