Same Blood Poem by Keaka Reina

The only sibling to wear nail polish.
One out of four children to wear a dress.
But does that mean I am really the best?
It is known when my long hair is not brushed.
My brothers do not know my hair lush.
Sometimes I feel we should take a blood test.
For we can't possibly share the same crest.
As the only girl I took a fierce stand.
I will never be below my brothers.
Despite our quarrels, we are close at hand.
I am different, but we are the same blood.
We may fight, but it's with love we smother.
There is no other love I would demand.