I am a little sister.

Spoiled with dolls and drowned in love

I roam in ignorance to the responsibility of being a role model.

When I act in selfishness--

My peers snarl and hiss,

But I snicker.

And go about strutting in my pink and white flowery dress. 

And play in the park

And think with only myself in mind.  

 

Now I am the older sister.

Life is no longer solely glitter and sunshine, 

but leadership and duty. 

A time to show my younger siblings the value of character. 

The need for a character so bright that it gleamingly bursts through our dark skin which society deems subordinate.

With skin so dark but as gold as can be, I realize the need to execute and encourage hard work. 

I find myself expanding my view on values.

I find myself maturing in mindset.

I find myself cleaning the park.

And thinking with my siblings always in mind. 

 

Blessed with the challenge of reaching superb admirability, 

I find an everlasting happiness

Fueled by the need for self-improvement.

I find myself serving as a role model for loved ones.

I find myself viewing my siblings as an attachment rather than addition to my existence. 

 

In the efforts of such internal enhancement, 

I further understand myself along with the world.

I grow.