By London Keemer
I see my sisters as my zebra stripes because they are a part of me-they’re with me
everywhere I go.
Like the comforting scent of cucumber melon, I know I can count on every last one of
them to make me smile
Sometimes, my sisters give me a bitter taste in my mouth like that of a raspberry, but I
know that’s just part of the highs and lows of sisterhood- no relationship is perfect.
We clash often like cymbals, but we ultimately fall back in sync like the consistent
softness of a flower petal.
I am my sister’s keeper