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Faces&Voices


AN ANTHOLOGY
OF VERSE, PROSE

AND ART

by
the Composition
for Honours Class,
Howard University,
2001-200
2

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E. R. BRAITHWAITE
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Letter to my Best Friend
Sidney Singleton
Queens, New York - Accounting

        We’ve come from fresh faced, bright-eyed youngsters, innocent of all worldly things. We’ve played together, happy as small kittens with a tangled ball of yarn. We’ve fought like two snakes, with venom in our bite but despite our few feuds, we’ve always come back together, letting the bad feelings float away with the passing breeze. I can’t begin to tell you the number of good memories that are painted in my mind. They’re like a mosaic, when they’re all put together they show why we are so close, so loving, and why our bond can never be broken.

        We’ve helped each other when it seemed like the sun refused to shine, when our parents badgered us, when our siblings annoyed us, when our school load became too heavy, when things just weren’t going our way, we could come to the other and feel comforted. Whenever we consoled each other we would leave with our souls freshly renewed.

        As we got older, the truths of the world began to show their ugly faces. We realized that others do not have the same good intentions for us as we have for each other. We’ve been hurt, betrayed, and broken down. Our problems became more difficult to solve. Although we couldn’t always provide each other with an answer to our problems, we provided each other with love, and that was enough.

        We’ve helped each other get through our first loves. We shared each other’s pain during our first heartbreaks. We wiped the tears that fell freely despite our attempts to be strong. We picked up the pieces of the other’s broken heart and tried to put them back together.

        We’ve been each other’s shadow for eighteen years, always just ahead or just behind the other. Coming to school and being away from you feels like a part of me has been left behind. We chose to walk separate paths to attain the same goals. I left what was familiar to me, to come to a new place in preparation for a better life. You bore your first child, and gave me a godson who has taken his spot as the apple of my eye. I’m so proud of your sacrifice to become responsible for a new gift to the world while also furthering your education in college.

        I love you as I love myself. You are a part of me in every way. You know me better than anyone I could imagine. You can predict my actions before they’re carried out. I want to let you know that I will always be in your corner, giving support, encouragement, and guidance. When we become two old graying women we will still be like “two peas in a pod.”

I love you, I miss you, you are my best friend and nothing can ever come between us.


© 2002 Howard University
(First Published in limited print edition, An Anthology of Verse, Prose & Art, by the Composition for Honours Class, Howard University, Spring 2002. Professor E.R. Braithwaite)
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