Siblings

Something’s happening,
That much I know.
One moment I’m warm,
And the next I’m cold.

Dad’s running down the street,
My brothers in tow,
Carrying me to
My "fake" nana’s home.

I’m on a bed,
Something is said...
Shocking, exciting,
Nervous, dread.

The baby’s coming,
I hope she’s a girl.
There’s three boys already,
God, please be a girl.

I picked out her name,
Not long ago.
I want to call her Rainbow,
But mother says no!

It’s in the name book,
I whimpered and cried.
My mother didn't falter,
With that look in her eye.

I can’t sleep – no can’t!
There’s too much at stake.
“She’s born,” dad said.
And she’s sharing your bed!

Just kidding, of course,
But it wasn't long till
I gained a bunk bed,
And my life became Hell.

Crying at night,
A messy bedroom,
Her friends sleeping over,
My irritation bloomed.

Remind me again,
Why I wished for a girl?
There’s always adoption,
For that little ugh.