A tale of 4 sisters
The first two bulimic and bruised
The eldest succumbed to drug addiction early on
The first three prone to promiscuity
The second smoked and drank
The third lost her voice when the second beat it out of her
She worked as a prostitute because it was easier than saying no
The fourth turned out alright after the third shielded her from the family tradition of abuse
At great expense
The third sister’s body is a bomb ready to explode with all the trauma it holds
Please tread lightly
I am a little woman but I hold enormous potential energy
I am a volcano of anger and I don’t know how to express myself without burning others
So I implode, swallow, drown, melt
Often letting my feelings remain unfelt
But I love to feel and I love to heal
I long to stomp barefoot, curls in the breeze
Take a break from humanity, put my mind at ease
We will seek peace in vain until we embody peace ourselves
