Poetry class #11
A TRIANGLE OF SISTERS
Two brought in,
One kicked out;
Two beauty striving,
One beauty full;
Two mother-led
One mother-lost.
But
What happened when she left?
Without the base
They had only each other to stand against.
What do you do when what you hate is gone?
When no breakfast is coming, will you simply starve?
Can you put on airs in a vacuum?
If an insult falls in a stairway, but no one is there . . . .
Well, you get the idea.
They lost so much more than the Prince.
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