Trouble

Sista started looking at me

With fury in the eyes

And venom in her purse

With fists ready to talk

And fingernails ready too 

Trouble ! 

She thought 

I was after her man 

Oh hell no 

So I said 

Sista sista

I don’t want your man

Stop looking at me with anger in your eyes

Sista sista

I don’t want your job

Stop looking at me with your arms crossed

Sista sista

I don’t want your life

I have one of my own and we’re happy thank you

Sista sista

Can’t we just be cool?

Can’t we just be friends?

Once in a while

Can’t we just be sisters?  

I was expecting an angry reaction

But instead

My sista

Kissed her teeth loudly

And left  

Damn ! 

© Sabrina Moella