Talia was graceful and knew her self-worth.

Harley was fast and somehow always escaped giving birth.

The boys worshipped Harley, she knew how to have fun.

Lana? Not so much. “She was dang near a nun.”

Harley hated Talia she thought she was a prude.

Harley always badmouthed her. Isn’t that rude?

Years had passed and so had Harley.

HIV had taken her life, faster than a wild animal who was snarly.

Talia had found a man who loved God as much as her.

She’d finally found real love. He loved her for sure.

Harley moved fastly, had no class, and was a thing of the past. 

Talia moved slowly, didn’t put on a show, and rose to the top like some bread or dough.