Golden Child

• Hannah Connolly, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2008

My sister is a golden child,
Loved and favoured by all.
She goes through life,
while others admire.
"oh what gorgeous hair",
"What pretty eyes".
But really she's a demon,
cunning and cruel.
I see right through her.
And she knows that I know,
Her evil plan.
I might be jealous,
Or maybe even crazy.
But either way,
she's still a golden child.