When I was ten years, seven months old,
I stood by her bassinet ever so bold,
And smiled at her little frame.
I said without shame,
"Hey Angela, I'm your big sister."
She smiled, wiggled and giggled,
In her tiny infant way.
All through the next two years,
I held her when she cried her tears.
Then we were torn apart,
By our mother's bold start,
To rid us of our sisterly ties,
By telling all her worst lies,
To anyone who would listen.
She had me put into an institution,
And forbade me to be,
Her daughter, big sister, and the girl in me.

Even tho I love my mother still,
Because it is God's will,
That I be forgiven my sins,
So I forgive my mother and my sisters,
For their narrow minded abandonement .
All those that have done wrong to me,
For not letting me be the girl in me,
I do forgive their ignorance,
Because They know not what they do.

I have lost a sister, but I have gained a friend.
Here and elsewhere too,
I have gained acceptance, love,
Without deception, without more,
And that is the most important thing to me,
For being accepted as the girl I so need to be.