TO YOU

I feel lucky in friendship

if what they say is true, that we choose our friends

then I have very good taste

My friends are a wall

a united front

They were and have been my second family and sometimes my first family.

In times when everything seemed to be loneliness

Thanks to them I felt welcomed and loved

Friends are important

I know with certainty that without their help

I could never have been who I am today

I don't even think I would still be here.

The pain has almost cancelled me away in the past.

The bond that is created between us human beings is fascinating. How one system can attach itself to another, love itself as in a mirror system.

I am one who gives everything in friendship, I am a present friend sometimes too much, I know it, I defend my friends with all my strength and I consider them an essential part of my life and every friendship has its own value.

My friends take me up high, support all my creative whims, light up all the periods of no light.

In a life like mine, hanging between the explosive joy and the darkest sadness my friends are a net, an open hand, a safe space where I can stop and recover and build myself.

My friends are a rainbow of colours, religions, languages, ethnic groups and countries.

Those that take me to my roots are in the Italian heart with one of the languages that have raised and loved me.

Among them are two friends.

Two women.

Two girls from the past.

Two little girls.

Our friendship is a common experience

We were three black girls in Italy

We have been three black teenagers in Italy

and now we are three black women abroad

No, I don't love them because they are black.

I don't love them because they are women.

I love them because we share a story, a battle, a colour, a family.

They are two women who forged me as I forged them, they are a constant and known presence, an intimate and deep-rooted love.

We are three black women. Of course it means something.

It means understanding each other.

Listening to each other in a different way.

It means to feel a union where others do not see it or see it too much.

Their skin is not my love, but it is part of it.

And I do not hide it.

I love walking the streets and knowing that we are three ebony-coloured women proudly next to each other.

I love all my friends and each one brings me a different gift

Theirs is sisterhood

I love all my friends

she who accompanied me carrying me on her shoulders

he who listened to me and cuddled me

she who feels a part of me

her and him and them and together

Thank you