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