My sister was so precious
As a small, strong child;
She was also feisty,
Which often made me smile.
Her tenacity got her beaten,
Much to my chagrin.
I often wished that adults
Would let her insights in.
She grew up to disappear
Into many drug addictions;
This is because she wasn't
Honored in her predilections.
She was punished for being earthy;
She was punished for being afraid;
She was punished for following examples,
That our authorities had made.
She is long-dead, but her children
Still carry the pain and shame
That was visited on my sister
In our parents' god's name.
