When you look at her there is an instant greatness that surrounds her. Look into her eyes and become lost in her beauty. Listen to her voice and become drawn to her words. Feel her touch and you feel, blessed. I; could never posses such gifts but she, she is showered with such and I am left with nothing.

Watch her hypnotise men and women to her command like a queen. They follow her everywhere and anywhere, always. Never me though, always her. With her goddess like smile how could you not, one look and your blinded by her grace. Her mind so intellectual you’d think she was born wrong- some type of defect that makes her this way but no, she is perfect in every way.

I wonder how she thinks. How one knowing they have the body, mind and power all in one...incredible no? And at such an old age. I’d have friends on my: left, right, centre, every corner. Asking me and whispering to me If they can come over just so they can see, her.

It’s always her. Father always picks her and not because he loves her but because she is an embodiment of an angel. Sister is embarrassed at me and for me. She always compares me to her because she is everything I can never be. He, he loves her like I love him, unconditionally.

She, my mother is God’s perfect woman and I am me,

the shadow’s queen.