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Jul 2013
Escape to a place where the collection of my thoughts are placed
Gray matter leading to a ladder or not cuz I'm in a shell
Mysterious rebel against what I may think is right
Maybe I'll float in a vast ocean and be right
I can't seem to bond with the same *** so I jus lean towards what is best
Alas young mama cuz you were always looking for a sista not a brotha or Mista
See I always had male friends
Made me Tom boyish to make some amends
But recently I was hit my storm
Met a group of women who don't make me feel forlorn
Horns to what may seem devilish
Metalish...nah that's not them
I can't actually be myself around them
My girlfriends
No judgement
No jury
Jus bein me
Now I see I can actually have girlfriends after all these years
Ginuine friendship...kinship
Cat fights...nah
Cuz we too pretty and classy for that
NBU brought us together
How can such a horrible place lead to friendships amazing grace
Girlfriends...
Jasmyn 'Ladi J'
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Jasmyn 'Ladi J'
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