Reading Is Key

       So Ive been reading this book called Triangles by Ellen Hopkins. Its about 3 women and the troubles they face in their lives. One has a disabled daughter, the other has a gay son, and the last is cheating on her husband. Its pretty good. But anyways, at the end of each section, she has a poem that talks about the main theme in that section. This was the one that I just came across. I liked it alot because this made me think about the friendship that I have with Bianca and Windel. I really cherish them alot and I know that we are going to be friends until death do us part #ppctilidie

much <3,

                  deebayy                                     

                                 A FRIEND

Is a wellspring

of understanding.

A catch basin for grimy

little secrets that can

scarcely be voiced.

                                                  

                                                  A friend

holds the tissue

box when you splinter.

Accepts confession, and yet

                                                   

                                                  won’t

demand details,

regardless of perceived

juiciness, too intimate to

confide. A friend is never too

                                                   

                                                   cross

to commiserate.

Never too busy to

pull up a chair. Never so

                                                  

                                                   certain

about an outcome

as to insist you’ve made

a mistake. A friend is never

so unclear about a definition

of friendship as to straddle its

                                                 

                                                   boundries.

-Ellen Hopkins