Sister, I See… Sister, I see your struggles, I see your inner strengths; I see the strain Of the love lost, And the heartfelt pain. I see your need to be a voice heard; Your good deed as you feed, A lost and hungry bird. I see the processes of your mind, Your creative and unique imagination; I see your need to find A brother who will show his deep appreciation. I see your dream of everlasting joy; Your desire for a “real” man, Not an immature little “boy”. Sister, I see things about you, That you wouldn’t even believe; I see those who continue to doubt you, Although you know you can achieve. I see your grace and soulful style, Your tender sweetness and electric smile. I see the intense and passionate love you want to make. I see your need for a comforting massage, When your overworked and tired body aches. I see your soft and sensual kisses— Your daytime thoughts and nighttime wishes. Sister, I see your days and nights sitting all alone, Waiting impatiently by the telephone. I see “Mr. Right Now” waltz in and out of your life; I see your dream of being a lawful-wedded wife. I see your need for unbridled passion and romance; For a candlelight dinner, Followed by an erotic slow dance. I see your smiles and tears, The way you hide your fears, And your enthusiastic cheers, As your happiness finally nears. Sister, I see your sincerity, sympathy, And Motherly Love; I see the many prayers you’ve sent to the Man Up Above.