I wasn’t chosen
A sister is a burden if she doesn’t
have a husband
She must be kept
She is a liability
Not like a prized wife,
precious above rubies. A sister is
She can be handed over
She can be raped or
She might be the apple of her father’s eye
She might be her mother’s trusted child
But to a brother she is
So send me off then, “Brother”.
I see you for who you are.
I know what you’ve been to me.
I remember, though you’ve forgotten.
And I will be here
when you return to me.