Her Sister's Duster

Little girl..
Quite a girly girl..
She only appeared of that..
This little girl was strong and tough..
The males in her family, wore muscles....
But So did the girl's mother..
The mother's muscles were on the inside..
The girl was feared, hated, and taken advantage of by the other children...
But she never understood why..
She was the nicest person, but with a badass side..
And she was fine with it...
Alone, Outcast, All she needed was herself..
As the little girl grew her heart and mind did too..
She was molded with help of a girl...
A girl whom was wedd to her brother...
And Was soon to be a mother..
She wove stories for the little girl..
The Girl in her stories were her...
As her years were there..
Her New Found Sister..
She told of a time when she wore black...
Had crazy hair colors..
And wore a Black Duster...
The little girl didn't understand then but now...
The little girl found herself..
The little punk girl, that was her..
Standing up for her rights, and maturing above her years..
She meet up with her sister once again...
The sister saw her grow and change and find who she was..
And helped her guide her too..
The sister, had her surprise..
She felt it was time..
"Close your eyes, Or you won't get your Surprise"
The girl who had grown up from a messed up home....
Felt nice and happy..
She wore her Sister's Duster..