As the youngest one, I always looked up to you
At least, that’s what I figured it was.
That’s not what it is.
I always looked out for you, not up to you.
Pain is something we’ve always known.
One of my first memories is pain based. Is yours?
I will continue to fight whatever I have to to make sure you don’t have to feel pain.
Throughout the fighting, you might not see it, but it is all for you.
I will be up in your face. Intervening. Not backing down.
Call it what you want.
Like it or not you’re my sister and I’m your keeper.
We’ve had a few moments where you were able to see it through my eyes.
Even if it was for a glimpse of time, you did.
But you always revert. Why?
It’s like sand gets thrown back in your eyes.
I’m left on the ground, pleading to get it out of your eyes.
But it’s not seen protectively once the sand hits.
It’s seen as if I’m a bitch
It is what it is.
Ego and pride will tell you, you don’t need protection.
One may feel like that, but why wouldn’t we want someone to advocate?Especially when we can’t for ourselves.
As the youngest one, I should be the one protected, don’t you think?
That’s not how it is for us.
I am my sister’s keeper whether she likes it or not…
