My Sisters Keeper

Poetry On Odyssey: My Sister's Keeper

A poem about my sister's journey through my own eyes. I am my sister's keeper. No matter what we go through.


My Mouth

My mouth is an instrument

An instrument that plays

Without a bow to engage it

Or hand to pluck it

Or a finger to press it

Or a palm to beat it.

All I need is the truth to sing.

Backed Bruises

You remember that night

You were playing fake sleep while I

Dialed 911 to keep dad off of his feet


to get his hands off momma

I screamed

When he put his cracked hands around her soft throat

And the life inside of her seeped out her body like the wind finding its chilling cold air to seep through my coat

As he charged for me

I screamed

I was nine

Calling nine-one-one wasn't going to stop the wild beast that let loose that night

Putting hands around my back like I was arrested for a crime committed for loving

Then his knee dug into my spine it was then I became numb to the pain of shoving

He left a mark

And I believed that to be love

Walking out the door with his wrists meeting together was a love story to me...

Bruce Jones

I believed for you be a man of toughness

so tough that you were never there

but thank you

for the last name

for giving me my DNA make up

I now search for men like you and him


and bold

I cried tears for you in the sanctuary

the day I would read your obituary



life as I knew it


She gave life when she didn't have to

and I always held him in my arms because momma, you were tired

Momma, you were dying

and no one realized it but me

It hurt me when we would walk in the store


People questioned

"Is that your son?"


Momma, did you want to experience the birth of him?

Sacrificed life

To give it

You are a woman

I follow in your footsteps

The day your footsteps left the earth





didn't get to experience teenage years

but that's okay

I figured out a way how

I hope you still love me


I longed for your touch one last time


Where are you?

I need you

I don't want to be


My thoughts

Sister, what was I supposed to do?

Like Mary, there was no room for me at the inn

So I had to move to find me a stable


To live

You probably hate me

But that's okay

You will soon understand what it feels like to choose between family and destiny

I still love you

But I can't live

Words unspoken that will never be told to you

I will still be there for you and him

Sister, you've got to be strong

For him

For me

For yourself






I wonder if you know the cost women pay for loving men like you

Moving cities

Buying Mustangs

Cutting my hair

Selling my clothes

Moving houses

Losing family

Losing money

I wonder if men like you know the cost I pay for birthing men I could never keep

Crafting boys into men

But can never withhold

I tried not to be like momma


I'm sorry for punching you that last time

It was wrong despite the circumstances

I guess that's why I took that last punch

I keep you in my life because I yearned


Just by that one touch

I pray my sister never bumps into men like you


Sister, I pray you hold onto your faith




Like I wish I held onto mine

Holding extra work shifts at a bar


Seeing wrists meet each other by cold chains

From the one I thought I loved

I barely see you

Because I know that I'll break down

My life shows you

What you can be better and more

Hold it



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When You Give A Girl A Brother

"No, you cannot exchange him for a baby sister"

When you give a girl a brother, at first she'll probably cry and ask her parents to exchange him for a baby sister.

When she learns that this is not possible, she'll cave and take him under her wing.

She'll coach him from crawling, to walking to sprinting in no time.

Then she'll teach him the best places to hide for a thrilling game of hide and seek, stuffing him under beds and shutting him in toy boxes.

She'll share her creepiest stories, illuminated by the flickering of her Barbie flashlight in a tent for two in the living room floor.

She'll squeal in delight as she chases him through backyard sprinklers, daring him to run through the freezing water in the summer heat.

She'll taunt him as the two stand back to back, insisting that she must be "1,000" inches taller than him, because bigger sisters are just that: bigger.

She'll tattle when he pulls her by her hair from the couch or takes her favorite toy, sure that Mom will bring justice to the cruel, cruel rein of younger brothers.

She'll teach him all about school, helping him pick his first backpack and suggesting the best color pencils.

She'll find herself defending him against the school bus bullies with her fiery personality, (even though he insists that he can handle it and it's sooooo embarrassing when his sister is threatening to beat up boys for him)

She'll spend her afternoons insisting that her homework is much, much harder than his "baby" spelling words, because she's learning her multiplication facts.

Over time she won't seem to notice that their backyard adventures have been replaced with "No Boys Allowed" or "No Girls Allowed" signs on their bedroom doors.

She'll soon be annoyed when her mom insists that she has to bring her little brother to the high school basketball game.

She'll call her friends insisting that her middle school brother is so obnoxious with his high pitched voice and his sad attempt to grow armpit hair.

She'll complain and call him disgusting when he doesn't flush or a brat takes too long in the bathroom in the mornings.

She'll bribe him with fast food so that he doesn't tell mom that he heard her on the phone all night with some boy past curfew.

She'll still insist that her algebra homework is so much harder than his freshman English class (because that's so ninth grade).

She'll tell him to go away as she cries alone in her room, because she doesn't have a date for Homecoming. But he'll wait patiently outside the door with the dress shirt and pants that he bought to be her escort in her time of need.

Time will pass, and she'll begin to see that the little brother who she once towered over, the one she saw walk for the first time, the baby who she was sure she wanted to trade, has been replaced with a man.

A man now towers nearly a foot above her head, voice booming with maturity, and driving his own car to high school basketball games.

A man who helps her move into her college dorm, trying to hit on her roommates, and later coaching her through her math homework via text messages from home.

A man who asks her for advice for his first dates, asking if his cologne is too strong or if his shoes match his outfits.

A man who defends her when the two of them are out and about, and some guy just won't leave her alone.

A man who now gives her advice about her life choices, with full honesty and wisdom beyond his own age.

A man who inspires her, teaches her, and challenges her.

Because even when she's no longer "1,000" feet taller, or he's too big to fit in the toy box anymore, when you give a girl her brother you've given her a best friend for life. A teacher, a protector, her savior, and her biggest pain. But regardless what time brings: the changes, the heartache, the success; he will always be there. When you give a girl a brother, you've given her the one of the most important men of her life... and although she may know know it at first, one day she will thank you.

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When You Are The Youngest Of 6 Kids

Having five older siblings is the greatest blessing I could have ever asked for. I get best friends for life.


I am probably one of the luckiest people on the planet because I have so many brothers and sisters. I have three brothers and two sisters. I'm the youngest of the six, so I have had a pretty interesting experience growing up with a big family.

My oldest brother is ten years older than me. All of my siblings were born in the 90s and I wasn't, but I wanted to fit in with them. I had to make sure I watched the same TV shows and movies that they did so I could relate to them. I tried to play the same games that they played, such as SEGA and Nintendo. I was not very good at any of them, but I was just happy to be with my siblings.

Going to school was always interesting because I always had a teacher that one or more of my siblings already had. Every year in school from 1st grade to 12th grade, I always heard, "Oh, I had a few of your siblings." Then, for the rest of the year, my teachers would slip up every once in a while and call me one of my sisters' names. I understood, though, because all of us look alike, so I would just go along with it and act like that was my name.

With my sisters, the three of us look like triplets, even though we are years apart. I get called Jess or Jen a lot by my parents. By process of elimination, they eventually figure out my name. I'm used to it as I respond to anyone who calls me by one of my sister's names.

Being the youngest, I get to see all my brothers and sisters accomplish many things. I watch what they do and learn from it. The problem for me has always been that all of my siblings are brilliant. I have always had to live up to the standards that my siblings set. It hasn't always been easy.

It can be frustrating because anyone that knows my brothers and sisters will automatically compare me to them in terms of intelligence. For example, I took AP Statistics in high school. I knew my teacher had a few of my siblings who were very bright and did well in that class. My teacher probably thought I was an idiot because I struggled in that class.

I have to try and prove to people that I am my own person and that I am just related to really smart people.

I never needed to worry about friends at school because, at the end of the day, I always had my five best friends at home. When we were all younger, we had our own sleepovers and parties, and we played games all the time.

Whenever I needed help with homework, I had my own free tutors at home who were willing to help me understand algebra and biology. Even in college, I still go to them when I need help with an assignment.

They took care of me when I was younger whenever my parents were working. I had my other five parents who were ready to take care of me. They still take care of me today.

Now that I am an adult, I have had to start doing things for myself. It's kind of weird.

I always had everyone else do everything for me or with me. If I needed to go somewhere, they were my chauffeurs. If we went out to eat somewhere, they paid, but now I can drive myself around and pay for things with my own money.

At the end of the day, I have five best friends for life. For me, that is all I need.

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