Sistah Gurl . . . Friend
Every woman needs a Sistah Gurl Friend in her life
Who will speak THE truth to her
They may be connected because they have the same parents
or be from another mother or father
She may be no kin at all
Or they may be joined because they are washed by the blood of the Lamb
Sistah Gurl, Sistah Gurl, Sistah Guuurrrlll Friend
You can be who you really are around her
Without makeup or your hair did
You don’t have pretend to have it all together
Because she knows you don’t
you don’t have to select the right words to say
You can vent because she gets you
Sistah Gurl, Sistah Gurl, Sistah Guuurrrlll Friend
She will hear you out
Let you rant and rave
Have your pity party and even bring the cheesecake
But only for so long
She knows exactly when to tell you . .
You are trippin’
You know you’re wrong
Blow your nose, wipe your face, get a grip
Move on
Sistah Gurl, Sistah Gurl, Sistah Guuurrrlll Friend
She may have been your girl since back in the day or you’ve only known her for a minute
She could be your same age or a generation ahead or behind
Your backgrounds may be identical or as different as night and day
It doesn’t have to make sense to anyone but you
Why it works, who knows? Who cares?
Sistah Gurl, Sistah Gurl, Sistah Guuurrrlll Friend
by Jacqui Davis 2009
Photo by Arina Krasnikova on Pexels.com
Below is a playlist that commemorates my sister friendships. Do you have a favorite poem or song that captures yours? Talk to me about it in the comments.
