Mine!
For as long as I
can even recall,
Sharing my home,
my toys and my parents.
All through
toddler, teen and adolescents.
This has
happened since I began to crawl.
Sharing, caring
that rule does not apply,
I don't want to
share my parents they're mine!
I don't want a
sister, they always whine.
I want my old
life back right now, goodbye.
My mom sings to her
at bedtime, my song.
She is fun to
play with and is my age.
Like a sister,
we laugh sing and engage.
Maybe... we are
starting to get along.
Years have gone
by, I don't want her to go
My world erupts,
she's my sister, you know.
-JP
*wrote in the perspective of a kid who lives in the fosterhome.
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