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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
