Sister Tell the Truth

"What is it?"
She asks, such a young voice.
Little hands and wide eyes-
Still so small, ever growing.
The world she must see.
Both of them.
Tied by one man, forever bound.
"What do you think?"
Oh, what more could be said?
But how to tell those small ears,
Covered by wavy hair,
Listening for every word.
What? How? 
Can I say?
The truth? 
Dear sisters, your so small.
All I wish to hold you-
Protect you, and never show you,
The dark side of this all.
"What do you think?"
I think,
I should tell you the truth.