Call Me Poem by Rayniece D. Clayborne

I had a talk with a friend.
It had been a while..yet we shared our hearts.
I looked for the good..and although this was hard.
I began to smile and thank her as we converd the
latest fashion, make-up, and all the lot.
My thoughts was received...and yes we both believed.
it wasn't just dumb luck.. it's as if your'e trapped
in a elavator.. in between floors. You try and pry open the door.
hoping someone can hear and that worries and yes fears
will get off...as you gat that help..or better yet boost.
I believe we all are connected somehow and way.
I guess that's why I just learn, care, and shre all that I am.
My foes may call me foolish...but my friends call me yeah....Generous.
Knowledge is truley appreciated...and kindness to me is never outdated!