Make It Stop

“I can make it hurt,”

My sister’s mouth uttered these words,

as she raised her pickle ball paddle to threaten my brother

My siblings have always had their moments,

where they would fight as if they were opponents

They have had plenty of their arguments,

But this time they took it to far for my liking,

and to my brother my sister was threatening

Around the court she chased him

“I can make it hurt,” she repeated again

I then put myself in between them,

so that I could take the hit instead

My sister glared and told me “Do not”

I gently replied, “You can make it hurt,

but I, I can make you stop”.