Eight sisters gallivanted over the higher realms;

Marisé and Geneva shared the womb,

Protests for privacy, extra space, and autonomy

Rendered the mother's organs bruised and sore;

The day labor contractions hit, pushes weren't needed

Marisé kicked Geneva into the outside world

Not before Geneva grabbed her sibling's ankle

Dragging her right behind.



Cupid's bow lips and refined, slender nose

Dark, curled, and generous crown

This is where the similarities end.

Geneva favors the feminine, eclectic, and unassuming

With a touch of painted pointy black claws on the face

Three spaced out on the forehead

A sole one splitting the chin and lips;

War paint to remind,

The luscious, pink flowers on her shoulder piece

Are direct contradictions to her character.



Dangling earrings of empty circles chained to each other,

Representation of the hoops and hurdles

That must be jumped to gain her favor;

She glows with a leader's confidence

Her ornamentation showcases her passionate ambition.

She wears a queen's headdress,

A chieftain,

Bold golden markings to elicit leadership

She only wears what inspires fear

And bends the knees of the opposition.



Golden irises enhanced with black kohl lining the eyelids,

Irises that know everything,

Nothing escapes her field of...