Me & My GirlsA Poem by Kathryn SmithIf we want it we take it If we need money, we make it Nobody knows if we fake it You like to watch while we shake it! I know we're making you thirsty You want us all in the worst way But you don't understand We don't need a man You can look, but don't touch I'm not here to hook up I'm just here to turn up Tonight it's just us No jodas, nosotras Me and my girls I am one of those people who doesn't have an enormous amount of friends, but rather a very close knit small circle of friends. Guys are great, but at the end of the day I truly owe it to my girls. When I'm with all my girls we are a force to be reckoned with. When we're out, we often have to deal with creepy and funny situations. One late night after grabbing dinner at The Sky club, my crew and I walked out of the restaurant. As we were walking out we suddenly heard a voice: Be good girls! Teeeheehehe! Be Goooooood! We all turned around and saw an old man in the shadows, standing up against a wall. He winked at us and then began cat calling us. We kept walking, he began to follow us through the parking lot and kept telling us to be good. We began to walk faster and huddled together giggling about how weird this was. I could still hear his crackly laughter in the darkness. My friend Adela turned around. Don't look Adela! He'll see you!! Her sister Rosalinda hissed. Adela's face met mine, her eyes wide and freaked out. But He's gone! She squealed. We all stopped at the car. Where did he go?? Where the hell is he? He's GONE. We all panicked. We quickly piled into the car and looked around...sure enough, it's like the man disappeared into thin air. One by one, each of us burst out laughing Perhaps he was a lonely elderly man. We sure wont forget him...and we'd like him to know that we were good girls for the rest of the night. My girls and I love to play hard. ...but we love to laugh harder. I went shopping once and as my friend and I walked past a display bed she stopped suddenly and nudged me. I followed her amused gaze.and saw there was a display bed with a man sound asleep on it. What if he 's dead! Should I poke him? I whispered. Dear god Kathryn how are you so morbid! He's not dead! How do you know? Maybe his wife didn't agree with the bedspread he wanted and killed him! Okay well, lets go see if he's breathing! He's not supposed to be on there! I would be sort of embarrassed if I were him. My friend chirped on. We cautiously crept closer to the bed looking. Together, we loomed over him. He sure looked dead. I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture.. Only you Kathryn!.. my friend mumbled under her breath. I watched my shopping buddy get out a marker. I gave her a look. Well if you can take a picture, I can do this! She innocently smiled. Just as she was inches away from marking a dot on his hand, the man lurched up. We bolted away trying to look casual, but ended up knocking over a display of candy. After picking up the candy we decided to leave the store and go somewhere else to shop. Those are the memories we love to make. Mischief and mayhem. Misbehavior and all around good fun. My girls are my partners in crime. My wine lovers. My junk food eaters and my restaurant enthusiasts.
My ears to listen to when I have a broken heart or a problem. My girls are the ones I trust my life with. They're the ones who understand how cruel mother nature can be... and who I can have inappropriate inside jokes with. We can go wild together and hold secrets. We see each other at our best and at our worst. And when a man is hitting on one of us whom we really don't like, we play the lesbian card and have a laugh fest afterwards. I honestly don't know what I'd do without them. I love them to death. Friendship is the greatest thing in the world. And when female power is multiplied you can get free food and run the world! And when we live in a world where girls are viewed as objects, and sexual creatures, it's even more important to stand together. To be girls. To be ourselves. To go against the unfairness. (Don't mind Juan, the only guy in the photos down below. He's one of us!) © 2016 Kathryn SmithAuthor's NoteReviews
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