Me & her used to share space on sidewalks
talking to each other in chalk
hop scotch days started in orange mornings
and ended underneath deep indigo starry skies
that smiled us to sleep in dreams
our dreams were simple
...simply complex it seems

She & I used to cry
when Whoopie was separated
from her 'Color Purple' sista
and laughed tears when
I ripped my Sunday school dress
she ripped hers on purpose
so we could match

Me & her used to share grape crush's
and 4th grade crushes
and lemonheads & red hots
from Mista Bob's corner store before school
we knew it was against the rules

crimson stained palms
had us caught -- red handed
& mama used daddy's belt & branded
both of us
'cuz our mothers had that trust
they gave each other permission
to use that 'mother's intuition'
so we didn't get away with SHIT!

at least not when we got caught

She & I shared hip-huggers and mid-drif tops
& we rocked baggy FUBU jeans & thongs
way before tha thong song came along
I read her my poetry

& she played in my words
she showed me her dreams
& I wanted them for her
more than she did sometimes

Me & her had secret signals
and code names at the club
S.O.S. eyes when macked out playa's
pitched 'you so sexy guhl' lines
with stank breath & gold teeth
she could show love or
spit fire with those eyes

~she was my idol~
& I taught her everything she knew
~I was her idol~
best friends

She & I shared secrets that i'll
take to my grave
she got there before I did....