Girls Night

Our Own Worst Competition

Empty bottles, corks aside
The women chitter chatter
Conversations poured inside
Our drunken midnight patter
Tipples topple tight wound tongues
And soon the secrets seep
Women blushing,heads rear back
Laughter turns to weep
And as I sit here watching now
I find it hard to see
Why any of these women
Would be enemies to me
But sadly there’s a truth untold
Our womanhoods birth right
Sit soul to soul amongst the girls
But be ready to stand and fight
For not in sisterhood we act
Instead we choose to turn
To cut each other sharp like knives
We see no lessons learnt
Despite the fact that as we speak
And laugh and think and listen
We women do not need to be
Our own worst competition

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