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We. Love. Much.
Your smile, Laughter and hugs, feel my heart,
You are strong like strength was made to be.
Beautiful as beauty never seemed.
You are my cousin but, I never meant to call you that,
I call you sister because that is what our Love be like.

It’s funny how we act like sisters from the same womb
So much so, that I bet people feel that I’m you.
There are no silly symbols for what we call our Love,
Just the hugs and kisses and laughter and the late night talks,
And when I’m gone we’ll keep our hearts closer than ever.

Seasons may change but, this unconditional Love of Love stays the same.
More than a bond; our Love never alters in different ways.
You are there for me as I for you so,
Even though we’re from two different misters,
That still doesn’t mean we can’t Love, like Sisters.

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…An Asian-American college student was reported to have jumped to her death from her dormitory window. Her body was found two days later under a deep cover of snow. Her suicide note contained an apology to her parents for having received less than a perfect four point grade average…

How many notes written…
ink smeared like birdprints in snow

Not good enough / not pretty enough / not smart enough

dear mother and father.
I apologize
for disappointing you
I’ve worked very hard,

not good enough

harder, perhaps to please you.
If only I were a son, shoulders broad
as the sunset threading through pine,
I would see the light in my mother’s
eyes, or the golden pride reflected
in my father’s dream
of my wide, male hands worthy of work
and comfort.
I would swagger through life
muscled and bold and assured,
drawing praises to me
like currents in the bed of wind, virile
with confidence.

not good enough / not strong enough / not good enough

I apologize
Tasks do not come easily.
Each failure, a glacier.
Each disapproval, a bootprint
Each disappointment,
ice above my river
So I have worked hard.

Not good enough

My sacrifice I will drop
bone by bone, perched
on the ledge of my womanhood,
fragile as wings.

Not strong enough

It is snowing steadily
surely not good weather
for flying – this sparrow
sillied and dizzied by the wind
on the edge.

Not smart enough

I make this ledge my altar
to offer penance.
This air will not hold me,
the snow burdens my crippled wings,
my tears drop like bitter cloth
softly into the gutter below.

not good enough / not strong enough / not smart enough

Choices thin as shaved
ice. Noted shredded
drift like snow.

on my broken body,
over me like whispers
of sorries
sorries.
Perhaps when they find me
they will bury
my bird bones beneath
a sturdy pine
and scatter my feathers like
unspoken song
over this white and cold and silent
breast of earth.