There was a time when my best friend and I- just couldn't seem to see eye to eye. We chose our paths as separate as they were... but when we are together all of that.... what is it worth... So here is another poem I wrote long, long. long ago- to my best friend. It did not have a title.. but now I will create one. Latitia Old and good friends share a piece of passion, pain and pleasure that no one else, not even family can begin to know or treasure. It's as if a secret room- held their private store And every time they met they escaped through a secret door. It doesn't matter if they speak each day or if years and years go by before they have much to say. The moment that they meet it is like magic happens It's all there- the moments, the tears, likes and...
This is a simple blog- journal of a type about my life- being female, black and trying to be saved. I have challenges, I have triumphs... I want to share. I want to talk about church, friends, family, relationships, makeup, fashion, hair and everything in between. Maybe I can become good at this blog thing.