I like this poem below by Seoul Sister. I like how it acknowledges the sometimes awful way we are as children towards other children, and as sibling towards sibling, especially if we’re living in a tough environment. Yes, I had a mean older sister, and in turn, my younger sister tells me that I was also a mean older sister – lol! She claims now, in good humour, that it was “character building” – hahaha. All these years later, though, through all the good and bad times, we’ve all emerged – a little battle-scarred, it’s true – still talking to each other 🙂 We’ve drawn a line under the baggage of the past, because it’s not only annoying to keep carrying around, it’s boring! This is now our freedom and fun time. And the “coven”* does know how to have fun 🙂
My sister was my bully once upon a long time ago She hated me for existing and for being pampered But I was the designated baby So leave me alone! Stop commanding me to pray before I eat The food that you made for our family It’s not my fault that you were born before […]
* “The Coven” was a moniker bestowed on we three sisters by a male relative – presumably because we didn’t always play nice, according to the rules-for-women.