F- for fabulous
R- for reminiscing about the good times
I- for incredulous indiscretion that’s kept between us
E- for everlasting love for a sister-like mind
N- for the nefarious memes we used for crack attacks
D- for deliverance from things we didn’t know held us back.
For this FRIEND of mine i’ve shared thirteen years with,
the first person I told about my first kiss.
From smacking the tetherball around the pole, to
tossing the ball, missing and having to chug a brew.
From crying about the loss of other friendships
all the while strengthening our kinship.
From CHINA to AFRICA lands across seas,
back to Cincinnati with hearts on our sleeves.
Skype dates, phone calls and ten to twenty page texts.
And the water weight on shoulders because of an ex.
To: My Seoul Sister-Friend I just wanted to thank you!
-This poem is old, I hate you because you moved…
She tried to shame me for my big butt, lips and thighs.
Then went to the Doctor’s office to up her size.
“Can I touch it? Is this your hair?” – ‘Yes’ I lied.
“I wish my hair looked like that.” She sighed.
Years later I pic’d it out and she came by.
She pet me like a dog and I gave her the side eye.
“Nice hair Angela Davis, but that ‘ain’t fly’;
you look like you shout for a living and march on the side.”
Now she used perm rods and excessive treatment to clone the style.
‘So did you forget to brush while you blow dried?’
“No. This is actually like, high fashion.” she smiled.
Forever suffering from multiple delusions,
Constantly drawing unrealistic conclusions,
Always bleeding without a sense of inclusion,
Please pardon my heartfelt intrusions…
A woman of many words and emotions
Should dock her boat and cease reeling from the ocean.
A woman like that should ignore the notion,
The notion of love for which she shows devotion.
She should heed my warning and hide
For the sorrow secrets of love are snide;
Hidden while fishing, behind the tide,
For love is an inequitable bumpy ride.