they judge me from my hair to my hips
They judge me by my lips, they criticize my weight because I'm considered thick
Not matter what degree I achieve they still considered me a little black B** , but I achieve like I'm dr Martin Luther king, folllow my dreams into it's a reality but the truth still remains that my own kind is  a hot commodity,
**** my brother because he speaks of his knowledge **** my brother because his skin is like a hot designer **** my brother because he's the true definition of a YOUNG BLACK KING

But they judge because We have risen from the chains, we have found a voice to speak like our brains but yet you judge me for my skin but in this world of sin you remake my people color your skin  and braid your hair like my sister, but you Judge me why not stand beside me and hug me cause I am the voice of my people and this letter is only a spin off to a real life sequel

Diary of a scorn woman

Its funny how them tables turn, you live life once you live and you learn

My love never was enough for you, you rejected and ignored  all my feelings, You despise what I am now

But look what you MADE ME, when all I wanted was trust love and passion
You abused my heart like it was ah  drug you only wanted it when the world Abused your ego others days you sent me to drown, like I wasn't your hero

Was my love not enough for you, steady shots over the ice speaking to the bar tenders at night, spent many days alone crying at night, holding my pillows screaming asking god if this is my life

May be I could've been slimmer may be a little taller, I admit you killed my self esteem you shattered my heart when you disregarded my love

I'm just hungry for the truth, but instead you feed me lies to protect what you broke, if this is love I consider it a JOKE

Scorn was the word, I realized I was falling in love with two people

One a man, one a woman, the woman that I'm falling for is my self, cause I allowed you to arrange the books on my shelf

Slowly you removed every book that gave me knowledge, you defeated my power, but it's time I rise up from my desires, and admit I'm in love with a man that's a coward

Your vocabulary was unique but do I stay when every word that you speak cuts me deep, the pain in my gut is sign of defeat I guess it's me and you, so I admit I'm a tragedy, Sabotage real love for something Temporary

This love affair, is getting the best of me, But In love it's war and some times tragedy so I pick the person who matters most to me
And that person is everything that matters to me and when you done you'll look and realize that person is ME

XoXo The ***** Without A Soul