u look through me
like u don't know me
from the roots of my hair
to the heels of my shoes
u assess my
skin
and count my charms
short
u might stare
but
u don't recognize me
we sit, together
on the bus
or crowd together,
on the subway
or stand on the corner
each in the shadow of the other
u think
we are worlds
apart as though
our breath could
not
mix in conversation
the same blood
could not
mingle in our veins
my sister
i wish
u could see me.
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