Sister My Blister Poem by christina Evans

You and I have been mentally damaged by our father.
Surprisingly, you and I are no closer than a cat and dog.
We both were brought up by our resilient mother.
You and I have competed for affection from our father.
Intentionally, we have both taken everything out on each other.


We both have imploded at several intervals.
Unfortunately, we both been entangled in relationships that gone nowhere.
You and I have used one another for our own benefit.
Ironically, blood is no longer thicker than water.

Before the rain storm began
Before that wave came to surface
Before he made us enemies
Before anything at all, we were sisters.

We both been built and broken by our father.
Unknowingly, we’ve been fueling the flame.
You and I want the same securities but strive for them in different ways.
Secretly, we play with matches just to get burned.

Before the lightening struck.
Before the trees fell down on the ground.
Before he came to collect his earnings.
Before any of this took place, we were sisters.

We may not be angelic by nature.
We may not believe in playing fair.
We may not even want to be in the same room together.
It is safe to say that we as sisters have dishonored the feminist.

You and I are only civil when we are around others.
Casually, we used words like weapons to hurt one another.
You and I have felt never good enough due to his influence.
Apparently, we have adjusted well to co-dependency.

Before God moved all his furniture.
Before the electricity stopped working.
Before he came in between us.
Before anything happened at all, we were sisters