It didn’t matter if she wore my purse or used my dental floss.

We shared everything from shoes to lip gloss.

My hair was straight and her hair was curly,

everyone knew her as my best friend Shirley.

Her nickname was chocolate and mine was fudge

We were not bad kids but who am I to judge.

I like vanilla ice cream and she like strawberries,

I ate apples and she eats cherries.

Really we had nothing in common but we been friends since I was two

When she’s not around there is nothing to do.

I say it’s hot outside lets go for a swim

But she’d rather hang with her boyfriend Tim

I was 14 and unable to date

Our parents agreed that we both should wait.

She used me as an excuse to get away from her mom

and two weeks later she hooked up with Tom

She got with different guys day after day -again and again

But she said,”If you tell I wouldn’t be her friend”.

I yelled,”Be careful and please protect yourself

because with HIV(AIDS) there is no life ater death”.

She handed me a joint(DRUGS) and said”this will ease your mind”.

I walked to the door yelling you have gone to far this time

she said I’m sick of hanging with a snitch you have to go.

You either my friend or my foe.