To My Sista Poem by jennifer carranza

You my homie my hermana.
We shared tears when we left our manz.
We cried when 1 of us was crying.
We laughed at stupid things, but we had fun.
We frowned and got mad, but an hour later we would get glas.
I'll take a bullet 4 you.
And be with you always.
Even if we would sill not have da same blood running through our vains.
We shared our fears.
We shared our feelings.
We both gave each other teachings.
But no matter wat u'll always be my homie.
Even when am feeling real lonely.
Thats why you got me.
I'm not only someone you can rely on but also a shoulder to cry on.....