My sister. My clever sister.
The smartest in the school.
Perhaps in the whole mandal.
Everyone’s hopes are on her
She is the one who will study
She will do the family proud.
Nobody even notices me.
The tiny bougainvillea flower
Eclipsed by my magenta sister.
She has to succeed.
I have to make sure she does;
I am expendable.
When the well dries
I drop out of school
To fetch water. She studies.
She will achieve success
The family will prosper.
They will no longer be poor.
But what of me?
Am I not allowed
Dreams of my own?
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