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Baby Gurl
Friends
are kool if you have real ones. Here are some ways you can tell they are
real.
1. If they have neva turned their back on you.
2. Always have told the truth.
3. They care about your feelings.
4. They have never stole anything from you
including your heart.
I have true friends but the truest friend I've had ever in
my life is GOD. That is the Truth.
Of course I also have to include my gurlz in the group. We
stick together through thick and thin. It is important to find people you like
and who make you laugh, listen to you and support you. There are good and bad times but we work
real hard to keep our friendship together and dream maintained no matta what
happened we try to face the problem and work it out. That is a true friend .
Lil' Angel
Friends
are the best thing you could ever have there. Always there for you when you need
someone to talk to. Your gurls are the ones you call. Still you might get into
your lil arguments but it isn’t even all that serious. You’ll always luv
them always.
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Lil' Mama
I got lotz
of friendz. What do I look for in a friend -- truthful, fun, active and enjoy
things and places I do. My best friend is a guy - he has always been there for
me and I love him like a brotha.
Baby Star
To
be a true friend you can't be talkin' behind each other's backs, ya can't do any
harm to them, have their backs no matter what and whenever they need help you're
there. If you call a person a friend you have to trust them. If you can't that
isn't a real friend. Just keep it cool with the person you call friend cuz
believe me I went through it all. I would have so so so many friends and a lot
of them used me for what I got. Everyone thought cuz I was so nice they can just
punk me - be friends with me and then talk behind my back. That is what I am
talkin' about in my poem - I give a little they take a lot. All I ever tried to
do was be a best friend to evryone but I guess that didn't work. I would think
about everyone else before I thought about myself. That is just how I was,
unless someone wanted to fight me and then it was over to me.
Sharin'
my poem with you
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