Choosing Friends
"Careful who you call your friends and the company you keep, Rachelle."
Those words I her throughout the years of growing up from my mother.
Never did I take her words of wisdom to acknowledgement.
My eyes roll in the back of my head "she don't know what she's talkin bout."
In one ear and out the other is how it always went.
Sitting in the police station not anticipating my mother's arrival.
My so called "friend" framed me for a crime that wasn't my doing.
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