They have a lot to say about me

They have a lot to say about me; 
She’s too friendly 

She’s too revealing 

She’s depressed 

She always acting poor or needy 
They don’t know what I had to do as a kid just to get a person to feed me 
Siblings walking around the city; 

Hungry, Looking real needy

Brother eye busted; 

he just got jumped on up the street 

looking up at me like

“Yo sis, the set really need me” 
This 2010; where the fun begins 

When everybody claimed I was cute 

Even pretended being my friend 

Just to call me hideous behind my back

Didn’t take them long to find out my soul 

Was filled with truth &

disloyalty I lacked 

Hanging with the smart girl?

There’s perk to that 

My personality on fleek 

Not because I was born awesome 

But because I took the devastating and made it beautiful 

I took my tragedies and used them as stepping stones 

I destroyed my hurdles 

and created enablers 

And then… 

you could say I was born awesome! 
I may smile at everyone I meet 

That doesn’t affect my ability 

To spit on ya grave and 

Run your obituary between mycheeks 

I’m just me 

When I want to be; FREE 
I may show skin 

whenever your logged in; 

BEWARE 

My sexuality isn’t muted or diluted 

I’m not interested in containing myself 

Im used to pushing a heavy load

Now I’m a small 115 

Baby I’ve waited a couple years 

To show my ass

I’ve grown from being a teen 

I’ve always been ‘kinda’ cute

But I’ve never been IT 

So when it’s time for me to GET SEXY

stop throwing ***ing fits 

I’ve held it down too long!
The GLO up?

I’ve been waiting for this… 
I have two parents; 

only one of them took care of me

Everybody want me to be that little baby that’s gone listen; 

But nobody tryna carry me 
Like they wiped myfor years 

and even prepped my bottles 

I can’t even get them to buy a book to support my dreams.. 

I’m on the gas; full throttle 
I’m tired of yalls

Setting rules like y’all raised me 

And haven’t raised  
I’m 22; one kid

I barely listen to my own mother 

She the love of my life 

But my identity… 

I won’t allow her to smother 
She’s fine with that

Even if I curse a million times 

I’ll visit hell for her 

Then repent for my fines 
Yalllll otherrr mother***as;

Won’t get a dime 
I respect allll where it’s due 

This is a clarity session poem;

Quick question? 

If my parents can handle my ‘real ness’

Why the *** can’t you? 
I’m not a Christian 

I believe in God 

*** religion; 

I made up my own life rules 

Sitting on the hood floors 

in my ‘just making it by’ kitchen 
So if I want to post what I post 

Brag? Let me boast

If I’m tripping.. Let me know!

But y’all crybabies gotta go.. 

Settling; no mo’

Creating; lets GO! 

I AM me
& you will accept that