I look at my sister and I wonderhow we were created in the same body.I look at her and I try to...

I look at my sister and I wonder
how we were created in the same body.
I look at her and I try to understand
how we came from the same creators.
I look at her face and I see good luck.
I examine her body and not only
does she take on the shape of an
hourglass, but her skin is timeless,
and it is just waiting to be stopped.
I study her face and I see the work
of Kallikrates. I see the lips of Athena
just waiting to swallow everyone whole.
I look at my sister and I wonder
how her and I came from the same body.
While her structure was being built
by freedom and passion, mine was
being built by mistakes and misfortune.