Civil War

They were both rats from the hood. They both walked around with their chest sticking out and their booties tooted up in the air—like little ducklings. Girl A was older than Girl B, therefore, she had more experiences and more stories to tell. She was Girl B’s teacher, mentor—someone she could look up to. Girl A told Girl B stories about the guys that were into her and what guys she was into. Girl B would sit there in awe—looking at Girl A as if she was a mythical figure. She wanted to be the girl who was three years older than her.

Girl A had all the boys in the neighborhood sweatin’ her. Girl B would sit back and watch how she would interact with them. Girl A would flirt with them, laugh at their jokes, swing her hair back and forth, and strutted like a duckling. Girl B would try to copy her, but make it her own. But it was no use; she was always seen as a little girl so no one took her seriously. So she just studied Girl A and took notes.

Girl A didn’t take orders from her parents, she did what she wanted. She stayed out late and snuck into boys’ cars and homes. She got piercings and tattoos. In the summertime she wore belly shirts to show off her belly piercing and short shorts that show off her tattoos on her thighs. She got high. She got drunk. She emulated what society praised.

Before anyone knew it, Girl B became of age and the student now became the competition. She would flirt with the boys, laugh at their jokes, swing her hair back and forth, and strutted like a duckling. She didn’t take orders from her parents, she snuck into boys’ cars and homes, and she got a piercing in her tongue and a tattoo on her pelvis. She wore clothing so short that her tattoo was visible. She got high. She got drunk. She too emulated what society praised.

Girl A and Girl B were friends that became frenemies. They told each other things just to brag—to show the other what they could do. But Girl A was losing her touch. Every freaky thing she did, Girl B did even freakier. The shorter Girl A clothes were, Girl B’s would be even shorter. Girl A was now getting old; she had been had by everyone. Girl B was something new, something fresh. There was a civil war going on and Girl A was losing.

“She ain’t nothing but a shady hoe!” but Girl A gave her the material that made Girl B the person that she was.

Eventually they stopped talking and Girl A became nothing but a lesson learned. Girl B basked in the glory that once was Girl A’s. And Girl C, she idolized Girl B and visualized the day that she would take her spot.

Therefore, another civil war shall begin.

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  1. janachantel · October 13, 2012

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