This Girl? 

She is

Aliza.

My Baby Sister.

But Not Really A Baby.

At all. 

She's Starting College.

She is a creator

She creates with words

music

speech

laughter

her wardrobe.

Art.

In All Forms. 

Including and not limited to

Photo-snappin'

Movie-grabbin' 

Paint-slappin'
(OK the slam poetry? ends here) 

She is beautiful
The deep kind
And the outside kind
She is a strong lil' cookie
She acts tougher than she is.
I can say that because she's my sister
And she knows she doesn't fool me. 
She is sassy 
And holds her own in parent-daughter fights (hehe) 
She is dorky
And I love that. 
Can be guarded
I don't love that. 

She has learned a lot

She has a lot to learn.

Who doesn't?

She is rare.  

She is special. 

Not in the general sense of the word.

But in the sense in which it was created

Before it was overused, 

Thus diminishing the specialness of special.

Is becoming a woman

And that is so fun.

Is my wing-woman (word? yes)

And I am hers.

Unspoken understandings.
Wordless conversations.

Side by Side
And the Wacky Adventure
of Sisterhood.
Can you really describe that?
I don't think so.
My Longest Dearest Friend
My Sister
Our Hoodie.