#iamnot
i am not to be pursued as one your ****** interests,
because i wear clothing that are tight-fitted and lack inches.
refrain from holding on my arm, don't approach me with the famous mating calls; matter of fact don't approach me at all.
"ayo ****
NO, you cannot text me.
no you cannot take me home, or use slick talk to undress me.
"maybe if you dress more appropriate, with elegance and class"
how about i wear what the **** i want without being harassed.
"act like a lady"
please do not play me.
i will not submit to your labels of what a woman should be,
or how she should dress.
really? what's next?
will i have to wear nun outfits to get a date,
because it's respectable, then will i find a 'mate'?
get the **** up out my face.
maybe i shouldn't use profanity,
maybe it makes me less of a lady.
& maybe words like ****** & hoes" make me look ****** crazy?
*** you're so unlady like.
ok but i sleep great at night!
maybe i should be a lady, so tell me what is a lady like?
sorry, nope, i will NOT shave my legs every night.
i will not wear extra clothing to be pleasing in your sight.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 12:41 PM UTC
*I
am not made of stone,
even if
the way I exist says the opposite.
I
am not made of wax,
even if
the tears that fall disagrees.
I
am not made of paper,
even if
the scrunching of my soul yells otherwise.
I
am human,
even if
the chaos inside my head challenges that.
A little broken,
a little flawed.*
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
What am I?
I am that friend that will stay awake with you until four in the morning to talk you off the ledge, or to listen to you vent.
I am that friend that you can ***** over hundreds of times, and I will get over it to give you another chance. Even if you don't deserve it.
I am that friend that wants nothing more than for you to be happy and content with your life and yourself.
I am that friend that does absolutely everything in my power to make you understand how amazing you are.
I am that friend that hates to see my friends broken.
What am I not?
I am not that friend that others will stay awake with to talk off the ledge or listen to my vents.
I am not that friend that will ***** you over a hundred times.
I am not that friend that people give a rat's *** if they're happy or content.
I am not that friend that is asked if I'm okay. I literally have to get it out on my own to someone because no one cares.
I am not the first choice friend, family member, or person.
I am not the funniest person.
I am not popular.
I'm not gorgeous.
I'm not brilliant.
I'm not skinny.
I am there for myself to pick my own pieces off the ground. Everyone else has their own problems to deal with, why should I ask them to help me with mine?
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC