Poem Portfolio
Sisterhood
To my beloved big sister,
I hate you.
I hate you for forcing me to be good and nothing else.
I was not able to make mistakes, for you had made enough for the both of us.
I was not able to have fun because the fun you had always got us in trouble.
I was not able to be youthful because you had enough immaturity in you for the both of us.
I was not able to be a kid, because of you.
I was not able to be a woman.
I was only allowed to be your younger sister.
I was not able to be my own person because everyone looked at me and only saw you.
I hate you for that. Maybe I always will.
But what I hate more is that you got to leave, you left never looking back.
You left and you built a life for yourself and you are happy now.
Why did you get both? You got to be happy in your teenage youth and now you are a happy adult.
Why did you get both? I got mine stripped away from me, stolen under my own home.
I will not let you steal my adulthood from me, no, I will not.
Sincerely,
Your ‘kid’ sister
The Moment
TW: Sexual Assault
At what moment do we lose our adolescence?
At what moment does the boy with a nice smile become the man with an evil grin?
At what moment does the innocent girl with a pretty face become an overused slut?
I remember my moment
Sophomore year and I was sixteen
I went to his house for a party
I always liked him
He had a nice smile
One moment I was dancing
The next I was in his bedroom
Unable to breath
One moment
His large hands gripping my wrists
Holding me down
His erection thrusting against me
Pushing me down
I fought back
Pushing him away from me
He just laughed
I swear I fought
The next moment is when it truly sank in
I was unable to move
I was unable to fight this man off of me
He was going to rape me
I glanced up at him through my teary eyes
He was smiling
I shut my eyes tight
He used to have such a nice smile
A moment passed before I could open my eyes again
A moment that felt like hours
Just a moment and he was done
Leaving parts of himself all over my bare skin
Just a moment
And everything was different
Just a moment
One moment that changes you forever
The moment I became a slut
And the moment he became a man
What Is A Woman?
A woman is like a tree
She grows with care
She flourishes under the warmth and intimacy of others
A woman is like a tree
She gives away the fruits of her labor
When she is feeling adored
A woman is like a tree
Without the proper care
And a little bit of sun
She is still only just seedling
Buried in the ground
A Letter From A Daughter of Divorce:
Dear Father,
Your hate towards her was always more than your love for me
You left me, you fought, you yelled, you abandoned me
For what?
You will never love me like the way you hate her
You hate her with passion, dedication and wholeheartedly
You love me with a sense of obligation, like a burden
Your love is wrapped like a gift
Tied with a bow
Like a noose around my neck
Best Friends
We were so young
You were my best friend
And I was
Yours
We made promises
We promised to never let each other go
To never ‘grow apart’
Because ‘growing apart’ was just an excuse adults used when they didn’t love someone enough to stay
How naive of us
You were my best friend
And I was
Yours
Because all best friends looked at each other the way we did right?
Because all best friends kissed the way we did right?
Because all best friends told each other their hopes, their dreams
And their darkest secrets right?
How naive of us
You might've been my best friend
But you were never truly
Mine
And I was never truly
Yours
We were always more than friends
But less than lovers
Because no love is greater than the love of a best friend right?
How naive of us
Now we are just strangers
Strangers with secrets
Now you are just a memory
We are just memories
Finally, we are together
You are my memory
And I am
Yours
