MY YOUNG SISTER

Sister,
How long have I told you
That my outfit are not yours?
You always fail me.
First those shoes,
You look like a newborn baby
Struggling to wear
His father's trousers.
The way they leave space behind
Because your feet are too small.

My sister,
How many times have I told you
To keep away from
my wardrobe?
You have your dresses
My dresses aren't yours.
When you put on  them,
You be like a scarecrow.
Lifeless in my dresses
But still,
You cling to my outfit.
One day,
they will cost you.

Sister,
You refuse to be young
And put on my skirts.
Who told you
That we're at the same level
When you wear my outfit?
You need to have manners.
Each has her own wardrobe
Kindly stick to your lane.

My sister,
Accept the fact that you're young.
Don't rush into adulthood.
Your time will come.
Never put on my outfit
Or else,
I'll leave them for you
Am your elder sister
And I passed my education.
Stop putting on my outfit.
They won't fit you.
Wait until you grow up
Then you'll put them on.