My sistah called me yesterday.
My sistah asked me to go wit her-
So I did.
I went to her world,
Traveled back-wards from
Woman to girl.
My sistah swayed up to money.
Shot it in her veins
Without complaint
She licked the wound
And wanted me to do the same-
So I did.
I convulsed, I
Heard my pulse
It sped and slowed
And it played ping-and-pong
Like a hip-hop song.
It serenaded me and began
Takin’ me away.
My sistah said she loves me. She
Sleeps with many.
She fuck family.
She make money, and-
She wanna re-
Cruit me-
So I cry.
I cry cause
I want to take her from her world.
I cry cause
I want to grow her from that girl.
I cry cause
I want to mold her like clay.
Show her to lay stone, and
Teach her how to make a home.
My sistah she pretty.
She look like me.
We act 180 degrees differently,
But our blood run deep. Our
Blood leak the same
Hers turns to tar mine to tears.
My sistah takes in
Her world.
She suck in sin
She sip crack.
She smoke gin.
Like children she
Love all of them.
My sistah laughs.
When she laughs
It is sweet.
It can sing.
How it reminds me of
Sunrises over purple horizons,
And lullaby’s ‘bout the moon shinin’
On me and on her like a rainbow.
My sistah has her time.
She has her babies.
I have mine.
Like I gave them life,
She lends out theirs for cab
Fare.
Unfair to the brown-skin-ed-pre-ty-ones
Places them into empty homes.
In the dark and,
In the alone and
That green touches their pretty bones.
My sistah will call me tomorrow.
My sistah will ask me to go wit her.
Sip wit her.
Smoke wit her.
I will only laugh wit her.
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