MY SISTERS AND ME I have four knock-out sisters Each one of them fine All of them warriors and swift with the mind I don't know what the creator was thinkin when he grew us from the same womb when he nurtured our seedlings with the same potent fluids one I call the negotiator A strong confident soul she grabs what she wants with a firm hardy hold One is a philosopher dazzzzzzled with life interpreting it's flavor and savoring it's strife one has a spirit like peaches and cream A princess by nature Any mans dream The other is ruff with fire in her veins A warrior fighter can't conquer nor drain Then there is I the eldest of all I watched them all blossom from the day they were born We argued.... kicked.... faught.... and scratched but that never ever stopped us from having each others backs Some sisters are ruthless will cut the throats of each other just to sniff the groins of a fine lookin brother Manipulating truths and twisting it to lies to lay in the bossom of a brothers big eyes I never could understand the concept of such needs Am I my sisters keeper Hell yeahhhhh!!!! Yes indeed!!!! I could love my man 'til the end of my life But if he F**k's with my sister's he'll be sportin my knife Sometimes I catch them just staring at me I question not what their thinking. I know what it be They wonder how someone so gentle and sweet turns when their in danger to an abominible beast I'd always protect them, thats what I sworn Perhaps thats why they call me their sweet quiet storm My Sisters and me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!