My SisterA Poem by WildOarKidI'm big, i'm bright, i'm a star in the making, My beauty is deep, my stride is long, I'm pretty, i'm witty, i'm sexy and vexy, My sights are set high and my spirit is strong. My sister, my sister, your beauty is true, it flows from my soul to every part of you, feel free to be happy with the skin that you're in. Let your sorrows die and your living begin, they have no clue what I do, what I feel or who I be, they judge who I be by what they see and not what's inside of me. We must illuminate, communicate and illustrate what we are inside, don't idolize the smaller size but socialize with pride. My sister, my soul, we're hippy and flippy, we are divas of old We are heightened, elightened, smooth and in groove, gusty, busty, and bold. My sister, my friend, this is who we are, what we see and what we do, Acknowledge your mind, your self-worth and size and know that your beauty is true. © 2008 WildOarKid |
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