don't bang my head against your wall. my head-it hurts. don't crush my ego against your achievements keep them to yourself I am what I am, the way I am and I find peace in my nothingness. Your nothingness should I say. We grew up as sisters but now you've caught on to the coconut syndrom and your milk is white. I don't like going to the gallery to make small chat about picasso, rembrandt, Vincent van Gogh, Salvador Dali, or is it Ali? -but whatever anyway, don't take me to these "do's" sista. I am not any less cultures. My culture is in the beating of the African drum, the emancipation of the mind from conventional thought. You may not understand this 'cause I don't think you did human interaction at College. I am what I please, which pleases me as I am in my street knowledge and fantasay dreams of a life I could only ever want to dream about... life as a social lite is boring, girl. lets leave the world behind and be friends, you are my best friend, but I don't do the life girl, I do my own thing, and it's wild and perhaps unwanted but it works for me-totally.And it completes me.