Ariel Whittaker. Poet Warrior.

Sister

 

Why does she do this as she does?

Everyday, there’s a new theory.

“I am not going to calm down.

You won’t even let me talk. What is wrong with the universe?

I am not fine.”

She yells furiously and gets into her physical stage.

“You can never give me what I want.

You always argue over what is mine.”

Every time I ask, she has the same answer: “I don’t have time.”

She throws, she sware and she chokes.

She leaves for a week and comes back with a different appearance.

She yells while her face is a tomato and she has a leak on her face.

I don’t know what to do about her. I love her with all the blood on the universe.

When she is different, I hear her cry everyday.

She begs God for forgiveness.

“God, I am sorry for my appearance lately. I just don’t know why I get so angry.

HELP ME.”

The next week, she is back to her main stages.

I just don’t know what to do anymore.

back to her stages.

She repeats all the stages I have listed.

“Lord… please HELP!”