Prison Friendships
You tell me you like me, you want to be friends,
the thought makes me happy, until the doubt creeps in.
I begin to think, thoughts arise, wait, slow down they say, give this some time.
If I show you my scars and all of my broken
will you offer to help me fix them
or will you jump on the next thing smokin?
If I cry out to you, show you my fears, decide to make my past mistakes totally clear
will you grab a tissue and wipe away the tears?
or will you use it all against me to all of our peers?
When Talking shit seems to be the norn,
would you be willing to stand up for me to the whole entire dorm?
When the gossip gets real and spread behind my back,
when things get repeated with very little tact,
would you call out the person talking shit by her name?
Or would you sit there in silence, afraid you be the one they blame?
When the depression is real and I can’t leave the bed
Will you come and sit beside me, even if there’s nothing to be said?
To fix the pain that runs so deep, can you be that friend?
The one I know I can keep.
The one I can count on to be there even when I have nothing to offer
The one I seek out when there’s no food in the locker.
Will you stick by my side if i have nothing to give
can you love me through it when I don’t know how to forgive?
The issues from my past still feeling new,
will you ride this out with me when theres nothing you can do?
When the cash app takes weeks because my husband forgets
or when my brain stops working and I forget some of my debts
Will you trust in me enough to believe what I speak is true
or will I become just another prison liar, will you swear you had no clue?
When they ask you about me, what will you say?
Am I someone you defend, or will you just throw me away?
Because following the crowd is the easier way to go
will you love me or leave me?
I guess time will show.
If I matter to you, or are you just like the rest
Is this friendship real, or were you just another test?
to see how much I would give, how much you could take
How much would I give to you, would I bend, would I break?
These things I must question before I decide what to do
It’s not easy being my friend, I know this much is true.
I’m crazy, I’m loud and sometimes my heads in the clouds
but I love without limits and I will always be around.
I don’t want your pity, I don’t need your protection
Really what I need is a friend with some damn sense of direction.
To navigate the pressures of prison and lessons to be learned
I need a friend who knows how it feels to be burned.
Are you this person? Is this too much to ask?
Can you hold your head high when I take off my mask?
I want this friendship, really I do,
So what do you say? It’s now up to you.
