October 6
You're scarier than Annabelle
You came as a light to my 14 years
Back then when I was girl
Running late to Agriculture class,
Panting happily telling
That my brother is born
Of my mother, 41 years -
Now you have a mind of your own
Pseudo deciding for yourself
All the bad decisions someone who
Spends for your tuition (like me)
Would scoff at -
Because
You like repeating it, unlearning
Yearning, unrelenting
You seem to want to fail
And be snide
At me
Who wants to be your cushion.
You're scarier than Annabelle.
I won't let you -
Talk back to me like that
Had I known
I should have gone early to
That class of lettuce and bolos
And hated you like
Normal siblings do.
