Of lost friendship, and flickering dreams

This is a collaboration between me (queenzayta) and my friend Rofiat Alli (DaMore) a little more than a year ago. Thanks Damore for this beautiful collaboration.

I hope this jump-starts your day and hope you find your dreams. Enjoy.




As girls, we dreamed of what we wanted to be. Now, we’re grown and big…but is this what we dreamed?




I saw it all


The cheer, the fame,


I saw it wrong


In my mind’s face…




The glamour,


We would talk about,


In hushed tones,


On nights when the rules we’d flout




And we’d dream


And laugh


Over silly things,


We promised to be when we grew big and fat!




We wanted so much,


The world on both our thumbs


Big houses,


Fine men


We were dreamers without a care




Best friends


I remember,


And the tales we’d tell,


Now over this, tears I shed,




With the innocence gone,


And in you whom,


A friend I’ve lost,




I see you,


Tall and thin,


Wanna be a model


Is that what we dreamed?




Bobby with the belly,


Guess I hear he’s 50


Your boyfriend or daddy?


Angie, this aint what you promised!




We wanted better


I thought you remembered,


But I see along the way,


You found more dreams to crave.




I loved it all


The cheer, the fame


You saw it wrong


In my eyes, they were more than right




And the glamour,


All glitzy and sparkling?!!


Yes, we talked them hushly


Over pies and ice cream




Flouting curfews till mornings came


We were culprits


Mind, body and game




We’d dream


We’d giggle


Over silly things


And Mummy’s boys


And of things we would be


When we grew chick and curvy




We wanted so much


The world on a green button


Flashy cars


Robust accounts


We dreamed without a care




Best friends we were


And the fears we’d share


Now over them, the tears fall




With all innocence gone


In you, a friend I mourn


Today, we meet


You are what we dreamed,


Me, tall, thin, modelly


Maybe we didn’t dream this




And Bobby?


He’s working on the belly


He’s not so old, maybe 40


No boyfriend, no daddy


Call him my baby-daddy


This aint what I promised


Maybe, just maybe


I got it wrong to get it right




We wanted better


For me, it was harder


Yes, I remember


How much I worked


To get noticed


I didn’t crave more

the straight path was just never for me





Not much to lose


Little less to gain


I only followed the lights


That never came in dreams




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