- by Melinda Farrar
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the power of three
we were a regular trinity
more like the witches from macbeth
unhampered by the threefold rule
we were trouble
roaming the streets til the sun came up
we were vampires in red lipstick and miniskirts
we were bitches in MAC eyeshadow and Steve Madden heels
the Mick, the Jew and the Kraut
we wore titles proudly over
brightly colored push up bras
they kicked us out of bars
then they kicked us out of stores
but we strutted down those blocks like stars
then we all fell down laughing
forever happening on a video tape somewhere
this city was ours and no one else's
we never had a nice thing to say about anybody
not even each other out of earshot
doing shots of whiskey whispering
"she's not really drunk, she just wants attention"
but you were still there to hold back my hair
and rub my back and i helped carry you home
because there were three wicked stepsisters in this fairy tale
when all the girls were so keen on playing Cinderella
we were pretty fake
but not as fake as the others
and no matter the backstabbing
we would bleed for one another
just how it was in the glory days
three girls for the price of one
three storms for the price of the sun
remember how we said we were the Craft?
i was fairuza, gothy strange girl with the haunted eyes
and you were robin and you were rachel true
with your dark curls i envied
remember how we said we were Jawbreaker?
and i was foxy just cuz i wanted to be and you were rose mcgowan
and you were the other
remember how i used to tell you secretly
how i was scared that i was "the least of the three"?
the least pretty, that is and you said
"no way, it's the other"
remember melting straws with my lighter at
pick-a-bagel at 4 am?