poems on steps


“I look at her,
she’s taller
than me,
a bit.
I look at her,
she’s older
than me,
a bit.

And my momma
smiles at her,
and my daddy
but he notices.
‘Come, angel,
your sister’s
been awarded’,
he says.
‘Such a genius!’,
mommy says
but she doesn’t
look at me.

Says we’re
for an ice-cream
and I love it,
so I sit next
to my sister,
rolling both
smiley faces.

She’s given two,
I’m given one
cause momma
says it’ll do
me no good.

‘I’m so proud of you’,
my sister is told.

I look at her,
she’s better
than me.”


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