Queen of Right and Wrong
I know you’re out there
Lurking in the shadows
Sifting through my dirty laundry
Eager to hang me from the gallows
Almost since the day we met
You’ve thrown me under the bus
Defining our relationship
The see through love between us
Four years younger than I
We’re half sister and brother
Maternal tears in Heaven
The broken heart of our mother
Because I trusted you
I got a knife in my back
Your evil heart laughs of
The compassion you lack
You say I don’t know what love is
And by that you imply that you do?
As I pull the knife from my back
Is that what love means to you?
I see your stealthy ways
Hiding devious intent
You might fool the others
But I’m wise to real meanings you meant
You stick your nose
Where it doesn’t belong
A self-proclaimed
Queen of right and wrong
Born not from pride
These words I’ve penned for you
But from the sadness of
Your refusal to see my heart is true
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2014
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Author:
Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
Sorry about your bad-hair day!
Bad hair? Who's bad hair? orchi, I'm bald.
Very nice job on the poem. Sometimes brothers and sisters just never see eye to eye. No matter what. It's sad but, as you say, they refuse to see that your heart is true.
Thanks Christina, you'd have to know my half-sister the way I do.
Again showing why you're such a talented poet , hope you’ve found some peace in your relationship....
Thanks Bill, the only peace between my half-sister and I is because we've not spoken in over 5 years. But I figure it's her loss if that's how she wants to treat me. I tried to have a meaningful sister/brother relationship with her.
This is powerful poem, excellently written
Thanks for reading and your compliment anonym.
You really were born to write AP! 🙂
Thanks sky. You're too kind.
Straight from your heart, AP. So well written. Sibling relationships are not always easy, and if they refuse to believe in you, there is very little you can do. Kill em with kindness?
Thanks for reading and your compliment Fred. We've both been ignoring each other now for over 5 years. But I did tell her that when we're all in Heaven, our mother is going to want a family meeting. I got no response from that.
You know AP, one thing my wife and I drilled into our kids heads was: You are family. If one of you needs help from another one, you ask. The other one has the obligation to help. After helping, he/she can give the first one hell for getting into that situation in the first place. BUT, family comes first! So far so good, all three have great relationships with each other.
About 2 months after we met, she asked me if I'd told my adoptive parents that I'd found her and my birth mother's grave. And I said that no, I couldn't do that as my adoptive father has a very short fuse temper. She asked me a few more times, and then asked where my parents were. And trusting her, I told her they were in Florida for the winter. She called Florida's information and got their phone # and called them to tell them I'd found her. Like I told her, my father flipped out. My parents had the biggest fight in all their years of marriage. He apologized to me the next day, but the damage was done. That's what I mean in the poem of the knife in the back.
Very strong write AP, relationships within families can be that way sometimes and there seems that no matter what one does nothing can be changed, the only thing to do is to move on.
Thanks for reading Goldie. And move on I did.
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