Hey sister

 
You were always so much prettier,
with your shining golden hair ,
sky blue laughing eyes,
effortlessly thin frame,
and unfair, early, massive development.
You were everyone's ideal,
always told how you were beautiful.
It made you happy,
outgoing, carefree.
And those traits in turn
made you likable, and lovable
and popular.

Well guess what?
Your looks got you a boyfriend early.
You thought you were in love;
you gave your young self to him.
And he mistreated you.
He hurt you, threatened you
insulted you.

And guess what?
Your outgoing nature
got you tons of friends
who were equally lighthearted;
they didn't care about education
or how smart you were
and so neither did you.
They brought you down;
you used to pride yourself on your mind,
that changed,
to caring only about your appearance
and having a good time.

And guess what?
A good time was surely what you had.
Started smoking in junior high,
drinking in grade nine.
Drugs? I don't know when that started.
You partied with your vast number
of fair-weather friends,
and dropped out of high school,
never completing grade nine.

And guess what?
After that first boyfriend
there were so many more.
Males to take home
and spend the night with,
for you, were never in short supply.
But those looks, once again,
combined with your skewed priorities
meant the only ones
who would have you
were only in it to get in you.

And now?
All the smoking
has yellowed your teeth.
All the partying
has taken it's toll.
You've gotten fat,
and you've gotten jaded on love.
You're bitter to men,
not even really looking for anything more
than the one night they'll give you.
And give it to you they will;
you've just had to lower your standards.
It doesn't matter
that your looks have faded
because you learned young
to advertise your willingness
to give boys what they want
no strings attached.

You know what, sister?
I really think you would have been better off
being an ugly duckling like me;
being teased and put down
in your early years
would have taught you to value
your mind, and not your face
or rather, your chest.
You may not have had as much fun
in those years
but at least you wouldn't be used up
and waning
in the first half of your twenties.