My Bestie and Me
He’s always by my side when I need him to make me look elegant. He has a turquoise complexion, faux leather skin, a mouth that opens wide enough to store my light days, heavy days, make up cases as well as my wallets in all four of his pockets. He’s so deep that’s what intrigues me the most! His insides are made of satin polyester. His arched shaped body is the reason I first noticed him hanging there on the rack. Holding himself up with those strong thick faux leather turquoise double stitched straps of his, I walked over to introduce myself. He immediately opened up to, me with his medium sized Y.K.K zipper. My pocketbook is my best friend.
He and I are partners in crime when a weekend getaway comes along he’s there to hold my clothing. Even when there is too much pressure and he seems as if he will explode he takes it in just for me! I love my pocketbook. He’s accompanies me to gala’s with his friends the silver bangles, diamond stud earrings, and the silver necklace with a turquoise pendant for added flare. On a grey cloud he is my silver lining. The bright glow he posses just makes my day brighter. Just gazing at him makes me think of a funny memory I had while we were out. A proud moment we shared as he would intertwine his handle into my arm, furthermore, the reason we met. It was my cousin Isha’s 21 first day and I was pressed for time I found some turquoise and tan cheetah print pants ,a white shirt with a mug shot of a girls face that said Dallas police department , a detailed gold flower chain and some 5 inch tan stilettos. As I came down the escalator of H&M there he was hinting for me to come over and I did. The rest has been History.
He always seems to share his innermost thoughts with strangers. People see me with him and know it’s not difficult for me to stand out in a crowd even when he isn’t present. My friends always come to me for a shoulder to lean when their facing hardships. They know like his handles I’m strong and double stitched. Writing poetry is my favorite pastime and peers often come to me for advice like him I am deep. It doesn’t take much to make me happy or upset like the few pockets he contains I am simple. It also shows my intelligence, boldness and bravery due to the bright hue. Many people cannot wear bright colors. That is not me! My uniqueness has no limits, my style is my own. My totem is a pocketbook which means I’m a fashionista with a weight on my shoulders. My objective is to remain fierce no matter the occasion. I am the trendsetter and not the fad follower. All my belongings no matter what form are very valuable and precious to me. Love as far as I go has no boundaries. Not being able to judge a book by its cover its true the color and style of the bag will not tell you I’m blunt. Having one solid color does not show my emotional side nor my indecisiveness. The simple design of him will not explain how complex I can be. The price definitely does not peg me for I am priceless he was 29.95 when I brought him. My age does not define me and most onlookers are barely able to tell how old I am now or in the future. Like wine I get better with time. In my later years he will begin to fade and chip. Some would call me vain for giving him life but he deserves it .How would women, homosexuals and metrosesxual guys carry their belongings.?
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