sue yates


Frances - Poem by sue yates

FRANCES

It was rather a messy affaire
Having a sister like you

Born with grey hair
At six foot two

It can't have been easy for you

Rosy red veined cheeks
You never did wear make up
Bones like a boy
You always did
Prefer
Red Indians

You mocked my frilly dresses

At twelve I liked red lipstick
You were stuck on God
And called your family sinners

I remember you in that end room
Hunting through your bible

Did you toss a coin
For verse of the day
Or just shut your blind eyes
And point?

I remember your 18th Birthday
I invited the worst
Drug taking drunks I could find

You invited the Church
Nigel with the Polythene shirt

He was sweet on you
Who else would be?

Your disguise is slim
You can't fool me
Big Brother

I look at you
You plod
At six foot two

Your little girlfriend
Poor thing
Has Alopecia
And wears a head scarf for her sins

You walk
The Chemin St Jacques de Compostella
Every year
Together


You look great in boots
With haversack
Your life on your back

So dear sister
Why did you kill me?

Was it Frilly clothes and pretty hair?

Clothes you could never wear?

Why did you push me
Off my chair
Aged two?
And beat me with a stick?

Was it because of the lipstick
That you could never wear?

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killed by my sister

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 6, 2013



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