Sibilant means Softness

For Victoria

“Isn’t She Pretty?”

Was all I was told.

Even when I thought you

Looked liked a monkey.

People tried so hard

To set us against each other.

But in that case then maybe

They shouldn’t have been

Telling us different things,

Selling us on different skills.

Everyone knows that is how

You do your Super Team

Bonding Montage.

“Isn’t she clever?”

Was all you were told.

We were such a cliche.

If only we’d got together

And pooled our skills more.

Not letting people try

To foster that nugget

Of resentment.

But we were such a good team!

Even when we bickered

We couldn’t sustain

Past the pain.

We’re both just too soft,

And yet too hard to admit

That we spent our whole lives

Thinking we were competing

For the one thing we both had,

Utterly equally, absolutely -

Our father’s pride and love.-

Of our mother’s, there was no doubt.

But when you’re told you’re

‘Daddy’s Girls’ and your Daddy

Doesn’t do hugs

You’re going to spend your life

Looking for each spark

You can get,

Because they count.

I’m sorry we never

Reassured each other more.

I always assumed he was

Prouder of you

Of all you won so well

And fought to achieve.

I know I am so he must have been.

But in this, like when

We’d be mistaken for twins

So long ago

Ultimately, we are equal

And always were.

I love you, my little sister,

You know my heart so well.

No one can ever divide us

Tho we walk through the gates of hell.