Mi Hermana,

Your book's worse for wear,
But not worse for having worn.
Cause nothing lives
That's not a little torn.

A big sister, an inspiration
A patient love, and my aspirations.
I wouldn't be the writer I am today
Without the words you sowed in me,
Years ago and
All those yesterdays.

Still one of my favorite collections of poetry. I still love you with all my heart, all your love and council saved a very lost, very broken kid.