Here’s a pic I painted for my little sis. Also, for kicks, here’s a poem I wrote her on her 16th bday.
We became sisters when you were thirteen
And your hair and your mood swings were uber extreme.
You’re kool and spontaneous, kindof between
The age when you learn what’s real life and a dream.
It’s cliche, but I’ll say it, I have to admit
I’m proud of your progress, your brainy quick wit.
You’re empowered and strong and you never give up
Don’t ever be scared to tell it straight up.
You’ve got lots of brain waves up there in your head
So don’t start to think with your ego instead.
You’re flyy and you’re funky with jazzy good looks,
Don’t let fugly boys steal you like crooks.
You’re inspired and hardcore with mad street smart skills
Swag up in life and you’ll pay all the bills.
If life gets between us, I’ll really be pissed.
We’ve had some good times and I’m psyched you’re my sis.