And suddenly I’m a sister
I wasn’t chosen
wasn’t prized
A sister is a burden if she doesn’t
have a husband
She must be kept
Looked after
Provided for
She is a liability
Not like a prized wife,
precious above rubies. A sister is
Disposable
She can be handed over
She can be raped or
married off
Discarded and
dismissed
She might be the apple of her father’s eye
She might be her mother’s trusted child
But to a brother she is
Troublesome
So send me off then, “Brother”.
Save yourself.
I see you for who you are.
I know what you’ve been to me.
I remember, though you’ve forgotten.
I will be here
when you return to me.
- EKG’17