How do you be an older sister?
To Brandon How do I be an older sister to you?
How do I teach you about the cruel world?
What do I do when that innocent spark leaves your eyes
and you start to realize not everyone sees eye to eye.
To Brandon
I can’t tell you what it’s like to be half black and half latinx,
But I can tell you what it’s like to be the only Latina on the block mixed.
With German blood, trying to conceal that side of me.
I always felt like it wasn’t me.
That’s not my identity.
How can I identify with an oppressor that oppresses me?
I’m not talking about the German inside,
It’s much bigger than that it goes a little farther than that.
More like father but i'll tell you about that another day.
To Brandon
How do I tell you when a police officer
Approaches you, do everything in your power not to anger them.
How could I call ma’ telling her that her baby got shot?
To Brandon
Close your eyes and go to sleep
And dream about this world.
And maybe one day this fantasy world
Will become a reality.
I’ll go to sleep too
next to you,
Dreaming right there with you.
Dreaming about the world that I’d never have to call ma’ telling her
that her baby got shot.
To Brandon
I don’t know how to be an older sister yet
But I do know how to hug you
I do know how to make you laugh and smile
I do know how to make you happy
I do know how to love you
I know one day you’ll grow up
Which you already are
Two years old, almost three, soon you’ll be four
But, to me you’ll always be the baby screaming “ eeeeaaaaa” at the door.