"Sister"
The tint of our blood runs along the same lines
yet where I see blue, you turn and run a mile.
You chase after the reds and greens and leave others behind;
I stay while you run and ask myself, “am I a thorn in your side?”
We have different shades, different colors. Perhaps we are now
strangers divided by passing time. I grab the towel
and try to wipe the mess away, and go for a new start,
but too many days have gone by and we have forgotten our part.
The faded photographs hang on my wall. In those pictures, we will continue
being young. Our colors blended together, the red, green, blue.
I see you now and wonder what goes on in your mind,
I will walk; you decide to run. I seek, and you will find.