B

Spice girls, belts with buckles
No knives, just fist and knuckles 
Paper, a pen, a treat a computer
White lightening, picking which boy would suit her

Stay out late freezing cold
Friendships becoming family, worth the weight and gold
Challenges and mishaps, pissing off your mum 
Reminiscing wanting her,  off the pavement we chewed gum 
Look at yourself and look at yours
Like a lion she will always lick your sores
A pat on the back and praise your self is a must 
Believe in yourself your own heart and gut we trust