This is a poem I wrote about my sister a few years ago. I saw and felt her pain from the touch of our fathers hand. He was truly a mentally unstable man. I loved him, but I did not like his sick behaviors. MY SISTER, MY SISTER-9 Introduced to an unstable mister Penetrated and inflicted with an unbalanced mold So pathogenic and so was her beginning The beginning of her life is destined to end her life She never had a chance to begin to advance She was groomed, the minute he held her hand Groomed to be used and treated like his woman The major difference is, she was his descendant My sister, my sister, introduced to another mister Mister was white and cooked in a pipe All she wanted to do was escape her life Filled with pain and such a strain She had no idea she’d be hit by a train Train of heroin, train of cocaine and a train of crack That destroyed her contract The contract with her brain to never be insane Yet this is her condition and she refuses to listen. Listen to the pain her body is conveying My sister, my sister is in a hospital gown We all know what’s about to go down Down was her life from the very beginning We all refuse to let this be her ending Keeping her clean is a difficult thing But this disease will bring her to an end My sister, my sister Please have faith, a mustard seed is all you necessitate Forgive your father and give it to the father Because with God, nothing is a bother Give it to him and may you prosper My sister, my sister Dedicated to my sister Melissa Porter I love you dearly and my heart will forever bleed because of the pain you endured. 5-14-66/ 4-2-14
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 13:13:47 +0000
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