by: DeRicki Johnson
I have two non-blood brothers
They were my high school friends
Thru them I learned of loyalty
I’ll love them to the end
As one
We braved wicked shoals
Of adolescent fears
Soul bound
We were inseparable
Three Ghetto Musketeers
Rare do I call or visit
Nor do I e’er write them
But love and loyalty remain
Despite my friendship sins
But when we get together
No matter years have past
That moment we discover
True friendship ever lasts
-DeRicki