DEAR SISTER

You haven’t been able
to do it on your own
Traumatized knowing
We all realize
you perch on a thorny throne
Pain the sword
of Virtue Pyrite
(Fake, of course)

We got out
We knew the only Power
We had
was to change the Life we own

Scrape steal frenetic aggressive
Fueled by Mary Jane and Mountain Dew
You wish you’d been
Much more like us
but you succumbed
Your fragile self esteem crashed
way too soon
(You couldn’t save You)

We are not victims
of our parents
but proof of Evolution

Always a weak link
We need not meet
to know, Dear Sister
It’s Absolutely You

C2013 GC Cameron

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