my sister has never been in love. she has been loved by many men. i was never really sure what they fell in love with. perhaps it was the way she slinked around the room or that flirty laugh, charming smile and pouty lower lip. my sister never really walked like a normal being with knees bent and flat feet and an odd rythmic bounce and sway to her hips. my sister was always a little bit clueless. plain ignorance brushed aside by youth and innocence. pure beauty ruined by the overwhelming smell of cigarettes and she was always prepared with a flask of pure jack daniels though she never really new the meaning of the name. my sisterthe actor who always got out of trouble by sucking up and promising miracles. my sister who favorite saying she stole from somebody else but said it with pride like it was her own-she said don't drink and drive, smoke and fly, but if you must don't exceed the speed limit because you mught run off a cliff. my dear sis never did her homework but got her paycheck somehow. my sister with a ring in her lip and a tatoo round her wrist and an ugly black vein running down her arm. my sister lies there in all her perfection on her deathbed still in baggy jeans and retro stripes faces death with a smile. my sister the vegetarian never really ate much anyway. never read the warning labels on her newports, on sex, or on her music. my sister never listened to the government and they told her to play it safe, they told her to stay in school, they told her don't do crack, don't do weed, don't have fun, they told her to die with pride, follow the american dream. and she said Hell No! i'll die as i please. and just before she went to sleep she gave me a note and told me not to read it but deliver straight into the president's hands and when he reads it he'll croak and my sister will kick his ass in hell. my sister killed herselfhappily, painfully, knowingly, and unknowingly and killed the president while she was at it. i don't worry about her much. i'm sure she can hear me reading this to her all the way underground. dear sister you aint too bad. never really loved me but then you really never loved much of anything.
Reason for writing:
This was my first poem ever. Even though I have improved much since I wrote this, I still enjoy it.
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