This Piece is Called a Sister Poem

That my Dad and I would notice if there is sadness quivering in her laughter

We would recognise the misery on her smile hanging from her lips

And we would know that you fucked up!

You may not be able to love my little sister the way my Dad does

You don't have to try to be like him

But please, be a home for her where she can feel like she belongs

And while she stays in it, do not forget to spare some spaces for laughter

You both can enjoy in the rainy days

Do not suffocate her with toxic masculinity shit because we have taught her what that is

Instead, let her help you build your life together

Because she knows well what to do