Mya and Shawnta 2004 They sit at the tiny table, the two of them. One across from the other Cutching crayons In pink fingers. Perfect little fingers. The girl on the left is four, the right six. Sized almost the same Almost identical They are sisters in life—if not by blood. The left one speaks clearly. Smart, witty, quick, Talented, smart-ass She leads the other She will always rule her, if not the whole world. The left child sings her alphabet, says her numbers And yells at the older one When she gets it wrong She is perfect, mean, loud, strong, normal and loved. The child on the right smiles all day long and listens to the other Sing the alphabet and sometimes Says a letter in the middle She is special, loving, huggable, happy, simple and loved. They color their pictures. One inside the lines The other outside the page. The older reaches over. Strokes blonde hair from Her sister’s face Smiling sweetly when the younger one swats her hand.
Two For One – 2004
Sly glances Knowing looks Repertoire between them Sharing all Two as one Know each others feelings She will cry She will laugh Never knowing which one Until they turn around One smiles, the other frowns. 
