Yes. This is totally my homegirl. Sista knows what’s up.

That’s what we call each other: homegirl.

Although is it homegirl or home girl?

Don’t be fooled by this innocent, sweet, timid expression {nor my seemingly larger than life head – do I look like a caricature or what?!} … it’s merely a rouse for the force underneath that takes people on, and typically wins.

She’s my little teacher.