Twin Poem

Everybody loves to see twins, but it's not the so easy to be one.

Twins

© Lauren Lewis
Twins are special
but not so fun
Sometimes I just want to run
they call me, her
and they call her, me.
I’m used to it now
so I answer to her and to me.
We are like one
put together on teams
that makes me want to scream
I look at her and think
she looks nothing like me
Why can’t these people see?
my parents and friends get it right most of the time
but sometimes they screw up and
now I don't mind.
I see her as her and me as me
and I think we're not so different
so I’ll let it be.

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Published: Feb 2006

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  • My take on Twins:

    A lifetime as a twin endless competition and strife?
    Or friendship and company? A soul-mate for life?

    In childhood, always fighting? Trying to be the king?
    Or always inseparable, sharing everything?

    At school, always compared. Who is sporty? Who is a swot?
    Do we rise to the challenge or would we rather not?

    And then into adulthood. Who’s got the better life?
    The bigger job, the grander home, the newer car, the prettier wife?

    Blessing or curse to be born a twin? It’s really hard to say.
    But the endless, endless rivalry never seems to go away.

    Yes, there can be companionship, and twins can sometimes be friends.
    But the call to be independent is the call that wins in the end.

    David Brown Submitted Oct 2009
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  • imagine being a triplet, like me, haha. I'm a girl, with two brothers. We hate each other but sometimes we don't mind each other much (rarely) sometimes its cool to be triplets sometimes its annoying.

    Anonymous, USA Submitted Sep 2010
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