My Girl

A tribute to the beautiful bonds of sisterhood and best friends eternally; that kindred spirit that feels like your second brain, heart, and soul.

A relationship in rhythm;
Sisters of Spirit.
We groove in the constant
boom, sh-boom
of our jazzy souls.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear the
tick, tick, tock, tick?
The rat-tat-a-tat;
like Ella’s skat.
The slide, glide, slide…
It’s smooth, savvy?
The kindred cadence is tight.
Wait a minute,
did you hear the call of
the Bird?
Flyin’ high, like on caya now.
No, you probably can’t hear
-just us.
My sista and I.
We tap, tap, tap our feet
to a mutual meter,
a secret sound,
a personal palpitation, pulsatin’
deep,
deep,
deep.
If it goes much deeper
I might get Dizzy;
But that ain’t bad.
Feelin’ lost?
Let me give you a hand.
Next time you wanna go on
a hip trip,
catch the Coltrane, downtown
and listen, listen…ssh…
There it is!
Didn’t you hear it?
It was the sound of love laughin’,
boppin’ it’s head, and singin’
the song of the sistas.