Poet is as Poet does

I used to look up to you

Admired your art and your style

You seemed so cool, so hip but not ster, so

Poet

I thought you admired me too but

Years later when I asked you for help

Support publishing my work you

Didn’t

You were the other kind of sister

Competitive, cruel, cutting

Kindly you said this isn’t poetry

I’m not sure what it is maybe

Prose verse

Maybe

Just a journal entry

And anyway is this what you want to say?

You said what will people think

Over the coffee I couldn’t afford that I got you in hopes

That you would nurture my hopes

But you crushed them under your one good heel

I cried all the way home