Three bewitching sisters all born by the power of March. Myself, Takira, and Oliviya have been quietly killing them for years.
March 15th. . .my sisters’ born day.
Love you both, more than words can express.
If anyone asked me who you both were, I’d say my locals.
Then I’d say only locals could be my family.
Family birthed from mutual experience:
Shawshanking the prision of A High
Champing the mind games of IB
Picking wildflowers to relieve stress
Rastfarin’ hippies claiming to be jah blessed
No need for blood.
We are sisters by love.