Dear Sista across from me

Dressed in the dopest floral piece

With the hoop earrings,

You would never believe

what happened to me;

I was stabbed in the back by a friend.

No it’s OK,

’cause if things hadn’t gone that way,

We definitely wouldn’t be across from each other.

I can’t help but notice the long look on your face;

Were you also bitterly replaced?

Relieved of your duties as friend to another that you stood for,

Was up to no good for, and walked through hoods for?

Damn, could it be,

that possibly we are on this same train,

writing the same thing,

cause our situations are the same;

Desperately trying to eliminate the same pain,

from the same games, pouring down the same rain?

Oh, what did you say?

I’m sorry here’s your pen back.