As a sister, as a twin, as someone seeking individuality
I love the relationship I am in
But my thoughts wander sometimes
to power
to freedom
to a separateness I can’t conceive
My skin, my powers, my magical abilities
I love the way I sing
But I feel a dissonance sometimes
a quivering
a raging
a scratching, burning, cut inside me
Puruiches, my sister and I. Finishing each other’s sentences
Finishing each other’s magic
But I wonder where my own element rests
Inside this Ntukwasi
Inside the Uwa Umunna
Inside the worlds beyond the worlds I know
As a sister, as a twin, as someone seeking individuality
I want more power than adventure
And I taste the longing
And I touch the blue
And I hold this secret until it breaks me