
Long chestnut hair with curls that were complete
Big brown eyes and when she smiled it felt like a dream
Dimples so deep you’d get lost in them
Her beauty was the envy of all
She was the oldest of six kids, and I was youngest
She is someone who helped shape my mind and spirit
I remember as a little girl I would see her paint her nails
She held the most beautiful nails
They were always filed and painted
Always perfectly round with shine
I use to sit to the side of the couch and she mesmerized me with her gift
One of the most vivid memories is her walking down the hospital corridor and crying
My heart aching knowing she was broken that day
I felt my eyes filling up with tears
She had just endured a vicious rape and attack
The hospital making her feel violated again to collect evidence
To help capture and prosecute the devil on the run
Her hands were over her eyes not wanting people to discover her
Perhaps she didn’t want to see the world
All I know is her nails weren’t the same as they were the day before
I had never seen her nails so short
No longer perfectly round
No longer smooth with color
They were jagged and broken
The way I knew she felt within
As well, the way I felt too

Carisa
Written for
Angela
My sister and I share many challenges in our lives
She helped prepare me for struggles no one can prepare you for
She is my perfect Angel(a)
The man who raped my sister was a serial rapist
He was caught after being named one of our cities Most Wanted
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