Poem: The Other

For 

       my sister.

Your hand is a stranger
I defend myself always
and these marks don't
stand for nothing

I never accuse you
though time and again
it seems you defile me
as if though I'm the reason

for why you're acting
so strange and out o'
character these days

as if

I never excuse you
or make excuses for you
when they point out your
weaknesses and show me your
vices 

© Raeez Jacobs, Poetry. 2014.