Sister

A. K. A. Filipino American Dream Series I: Unscripted © 2013

Written by Glen Yumang Manese 

A. k. a. (F. A. D.) Filipino American Dream

 

Sister © 2013

This hits me in the core.                                                                            

I have to settle the score.                                                                   

You can stop running, now.                                                      

Just to let you, know.                                                                        

While your back in P.I.                                                   

She’s still waiting.                                                       

Clinging is on hope.                                                                           

Seeing believes in your eyes.

Just would like back the old picture.                                        

Suture can only mend for so long.                                                

Prolong something has to give.                                              

Relive in time to accept someone.                                                  

One use to hang on the wall.                                              

Just like her the picture took a fall.                                    

I can go back now and then.                                      

When does bulletproof glass shatter the blaming game?                                  

I think she really misses our father, but what a shame.     

Dumb b*****d just keeps running and running from his family.

I believe he’s his own worst enemy.                                                

Here I go again all in a ready-mix.                                                       

Looking at her condition reminds me of you, makes me sick.       

Why did you have to be such a prick?                                               

Just is when your daughter needs your voice.                                      

I guess he’s made his choice.

This hits me in the core.                                                                         

I have to settle the score.                                                                  

You can stop running, now.                                                                 

Just to let you, know.                                                                        

While your back in P.I.                                                             

She’s still waiting.                                                

Clinging is on hope.                                                            

Seeing believes in your eyes.

Just is when you want to let go.                                                 

Someone holds tomorrow.                                                   

Seems just like yesterday.                                                 

We were kids trying to make something out of a day.

Keeping our ears open listening.                                                

Adapting to this new language called English.                            

There’s new life of promises.                                                             

Dad left us and who we going to trust.                                 

A broken down home.                                                       

Our Ozone Layer is no longer a dome.                                            

Now, the Round Table has turned.                                    

Uprooted like weeds and buried our dreams in an urn.               

Mom is barely getting us by.                                                              

I’m stuck in the middle and you’re slowly denigrating on standby.

Little sister needs a mentor.                                            

This social behavior is not fleeting.                                                         

I try to know you, but you just keep ignoring me.                      

Can you understand me?                                                      

Hear me inside there.                                                              

Don’t let me stand here in the middle of freaking nowhere.    

Can't fight a mental disease; I got to put my mind at ease.          

This lithium, she takes keeps her awake.                                  

Up all night staring at the lights.                                                             

I think she’s overly medicated.                   

Medicine seems way too educated.                                      

I try to isolate relate reason.                                                               

She just changes like the seasons.                                                          

I mean she used to be normal.                                                           

How does someone get so abnormal?                                        

This bipolar has really made her a Twix.                                       

Exist with her constant vexation.                                 

Justification I don’t get a payphone with dial tone.

This hits me in the core.                                                                  

I have to settle the score.                                              

You can stop running, now.                                                              

Just to let you, know.                                                       

While your back in P.I.                                                 

She’s still waiting.                                                  

Clinging is on hope.                         

Seeing believes in your eyes.

Just to prove you can be on top.                                              

Only cuts you down from the treetop.                

She used to be ahead of the class.                                  

Now, lives like a fish in a glass.                                           

I believe, I yell at her way too much.                                       

Don’t get me wrong and such.                                 

I love her she’s my sister.                                

Would never talk bad to dish out or distance her.      

What is there left to prove if you don’t have family?   

When a grenade blows to pieces, nothing left to keep you company. 

Like when you find a penny on the ground.                                       

Importance is not much; as such worth is a lost and found.          

Until you realize, you collected all of them again.                           

Each one has significance, now and then.                                     

This carousel of life only spins so long.                                              

Only to find we’re all dropping like flies.                                   

Denial is one thing.                                                           

Something has to take a stance for everything.

This hits me in the core.                                                                  

I have to settle the score.                                                                   

You can stop running, now.                                   

Just to let you, know.                                                 

While your back in P.I.         

She’s still waiting.                                            

Clinging is on hope.                                                                          

Seeing believes in your eyes.

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

This is another great one, illustrating how difficult it is for a family to adapt to life without a father. I imagine your sister is younger than you, and you took on a lot of the "man of the house" expectations which is hard when you are young. Well done.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I’m stuck in the middle and you’re slowly denigrating on standby.
Little sister needs a mentor.
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I'm the middle child...she's the oldest...still I had to be the man of the house no matter...thanks for the feedback...