My big sister likes to wear my clothes
To go out,
Detest her getting my clothes
Because then I can’t find them
She says it’s her’s
But they’re mine
She takes them,
She knows it bothers me.

I like to talk about my problems with her,
She helps me a lot,
The advice she gives me
Is so helpful,
Never gets me into more trouble
She loves helping me,
She is competent at that.

I try to warn my big sister
About going out at night
Point out the robberies and fights,
Night is dangerous.
I wouldn’t like to see her
In hospital
I wish I could show her
The danger of
Darkness.