Friendships

Friends, how many of us have them? Friends, ones we can depend on. I remember reciting those words time and time again while I listened to Whodini's 'Friends' on the radio or watching videos on B.E.T. I take this word very seriously. The meaning of friendship has evolved over time. I've realized I have very few of them and many associates. The friends I have are exceptional. Simply wonderful. There's not many words that describe them. It's the feelings that make me light up. It's the memories we've shared. It was purpose that God put us together. Lifetime relationships were formed. In those friendships I found myself and the person I was born to be. I found the courage to 'be' because they had complete confidence in me that who I was. The irony of this is that they felt the same way about themselves. We were powerful beyond measure, but it was our friendship that opened each one of us to it.

I had been writing this blog since last week, and I could not complete it. There was so much to say, but I could not write what I felt. After spending time with my friends this past weekend I realized why our friendship is so special. I spent this weekend primarily with my brother from another mother. We are so similar it's ridiculous. He refers to me as the 'female him.' The way that we interact with people particularly women is so dead on. He's my dude! He's my confidante. We've gotten into so much trouble together. I cannot run for public office unless I get it squared away with him first. This weekend he took some pictures that the masses should not see. (Hey bruh, I need them pics.)

This weekend made me realize that I am loved by few, feared by many and respected by most because of my swagger and company I keep. Hmm, you don't know what I'm doing or what I'm thinking. Interesting! My friends are just extensions of that swag.