Any true lady knows no lady survives ladyless.

They say keep your eyes on your own garden. But a true lady walks over and asks,

“Girl, how the fuck did you grow such juicy fruit?“

The best thing God gives a lady wasn’t a man, 

it’s a SISTER!!!!!!!!!

And I’m not just talking blood.

What if I told you we were all sisters?

Which is why when we fuck the same man, they call us sister wives. 

Ok, okkkk. Enough of my mischievousness. 

To me there was something so cool about each of us carrying an entirely different universe on our back. 

I mean really! 

What if the cheat code to life was simply asking a woman for her recipe. 

Any true lady knows to work smarter, not harder. 

Especially when pride is the only thing standing between her and what she needs to know. 

She knows each of us holds the key to something the other could use. 

I'm talking to real btches btw. 

Those who know sharing a recipe takes nothing off their plate. 

If I know how to grow it, why would I watch you starve? 

If I know the road is dangerous, why wouldn’t I warn ya? 

If I found a shortcut, baby, take it! 

All in all, sisterhood was exchange. 

Not the kind of exchange where you use and abuse. 

I mean genuine love to genuine trade for genuine growth, leading to genuine happiness.

Crafting heaven ain’t easy.

& with us all carrying different worlds while crossing similar bridges,  I figured,

What's really the harm in sharing notes?