Words to Them.

I love my sisters

We are not connected by bonds of blood

Nor ties of DNA

Rather we have bonds of stories told

Of tears shed, hugs offered and prayers said.

We have love for each other

That will fail but still stands

Love that will be tested

By the sweet temptation of boys,

The clashing conflictions of interest.

Any other trivial issues of Venus;

The planet of women.

May rise like a beast,

Attempt and try to waver and sever.

Voices raised and fists clenched

Palms outstretched and eyes bulging

Legs at ease and arms akimbo

The stances we have when love is administered

Either by a rebuke or in excitement.

My mountain of confidence,

And my canopy of love.

My karaoke and dancing partners,

recipes swappers

And companions in crime and in joy.

My sisters, not of blood

But of stories yet untold.

Of children unborn and of husbands unwed

For the love I feel for you

Will and should stand

Come hay or rain.

I love my sisters, not of DNA ties,

But of experiences woven through time.

Of escapades imprinted in our memories.

Of clothes handed down and bags shared.

Not to be thug;

I love my sisters from other mothers.

Who through the pitfalls of heartbreaks

And ecstatic elevations of joy

Will be. 
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