Sisters grew with sentiments
Kindred spirits, best of friends
Same gift ribbons, red and blue
Agreed on things and notions too
But in place that cram with lies
Jealousy gnawed each other’s ties
Linking then, their little hearts
Put to flame when envy starts
Streo snapped their innocence
Comparisons sparked condescend
Nothing’s left as they were fenced
On hatred’s dungeon, cannot bend
Jealousy

Beautiful poem, Maya. 💙
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Thank you so much 💙💙💙
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