MY Friends My Sista’s

Iam grateful that God has place you in my path, Grateful that in you I found a SISTA. A Sista who could always feel my pain and share my joy, a Sista on days would tell me I was wrong even when I didnt want to listen. It is rare to have a friend and Sista, not related but just as close as the sky and sun. My Friends My Sista’s who I joke around with and yet still sang melodys and shared poetic stories of best seller lives we called our novels. Sista’s how you stood by your beliefs and never let a single person hinder your shiny day!  My Friends My sista’s how we discuss if all men just came with warning labels on their foreheads, then we would understand the necessity to love them or leave them !

When we cried oh.. how God looked down on us and made the clouds crash thunderbolts, Holding hands in the midst of tears, we prayed and spoke our minds until nights became our better days instead of our weary ones. My Friends are my Sista’s who understood that I choose my child instead of my career, my sista’s who still shake their hips with such beat that men become speechless. I am talking to my sista’s who walk and still do it with grace and style.  Motivators, speakers, and biblical preachers to my illustrations of womanhood.  My Friends are MY SISTA’S