It is being sumbited into a poetry contest on Friday: do you think I need to change anything?
Sisters
She steals my skirt,
I steal her purse,
We both know what the other’s done,
So we holler into the night.
We yell even louder, and we choose,
To leave before one of us gets hurt.
This fight is not yet won,
But I choose to stop the fight.
For you see, I may hate my sister at times,
But, she’s my sister, and she’ll always be mine.
Sisters
She steals my skirt,
I steal her purse,
We both know what the other’s done,
So we holler into the night.
We yell even louder, and we choose,
To leave before one of us gets hurt.
This fight is not yet won,
But I choose to stop the fight.
For you see, I may hate my sister at times,
But, she’s my sister, and she’ll always be mine.