I am not the dude who can give you
That superorgasm you want.
I am not the dude
Who can fuck you for ten hours straight,
But I'm not the dude
Who will beat you to a pulp
And send you to the Hospital
That you fell for
'Cause you were
A horny-ass bitch.
she's nothing but a rich
we all love to hate
she's never gonna change
no matter what they say
because thats who she is
its never anything you did
more about her problems within
you have to understand
this girl has the world in her hands
but she can't find that chance
to just move on
she's nothing but a rich
we all love to hate
You're a real bitch
just to let you know
and I don't want to snitch
but you're such a fucking bitch
just because you're rich
doesn't mean you own the world
you're making me go up a pitch
because I'm so angry that you're a bitch
people call you a witch
and now I know why
its because you decide to switch
from being nice to a stupid fuckin bitch
This poem is for the bitches.
The ice princesses.
Solid and frozen.
Hearts carved from arctic stone.
Jaw lines so sharp they could cut you.
Girls so bitter, they bite.
Leave your mouth aching.
This is for the evil stepsisters,
The Queens of Broken Hearts -
I’ll tell you.
They are deadly beautiful.
They are the bossy, and the terribly too honest.
Mouths on fire,
sirens of the sea,
they will swallow you whole.
When the boys ask -
Tell them, no, I don’t need saving.
Fuck being a princess.
Be the dragon.
Be fire breathing, and pmsing.
Be angry, girl.
Cause you got shit to be angry about.
Every cat call –
Every glass ceiling you will shatter with your bare hands –
Every time you say the word no and mean it –
Every time they make you feel like you anything less than powerful.
You tell them –
You are eternal.
That you carry a generation in your belly -
That it all begins and ends here, inside you.
That you can bleed for seven days straight and come back with teeth sharpened for war.
Remind them that that when something is taken from you, you will do everything you can to get it back.
You will destroy what destroys you.
Eating fire and spitting brimstone.
And never, ever saying sorry.
They will call you crazy.
They will call you over emotional.
They will call you loud mouth.
They will ask for your smile, pretty girl.
Give it to them with poison ivy lips and a razor blade between your teeth.
What no body knew was that Ursula was King Triton’s sister.
A perfect storm.
Banished from the palace -
When a loud, powerful woman gets out of hand, we don’t call it leadership.
We call her dog.
Fangs out and snarling, we don’t battle, we cat fight.
Sexy kitten gone wrong, when she learns to leave scars.
A dog, no not a dog, a wolf in heat.
Domestication is a dirty word.
Bitch is to know your worth, and take it.
To carry it in your esophagus.
A war cry.
Feeding your enemies to your children, and coming back starving for seconds.
Doing anything to stay alive.
Because you were raised by a mother who fed you fear for supper.
Packed your backpack with mace, and brass knuckles.
She told you to turn your body into a weapon.
She knew there would be men who would try to cover your mouth.
So she taught you to bite.
This is how you protect yourself.
A mouth full of bitch, and a bark to match.
“Beware of dog” sign around your throat.
This is how you keep them away.
This is how you warn them.
Because the villain was not always the villain.
She was made that way.
You were made this way.
You’ve got brands still healing, still smoking, skin still searing.
You’ve got a trauma written in your blood.
You’ve got a ribcage holding onto your heart too tightly.
You are chasing down a revenge so sweet it could rot your teeth.
A heart attack romance asleep in your chest.
You will come back home limping after this war.
And you will tell all the other girls -
It ain’t all about the love story.
It’s about the “being in love with yourself” story.
I'm a lazy bitch who doesn't do her homework
Doesn't know what the fuck the teacher's talking about
Never has a clue what's going on
I'm a spiteful bitch who gets jealous of the pretty people
Talks behind their backs
Worries about their approval
I'm an ugly bitch who looks like a dead rat
Calls herself cute even though she's not
Lives for likes on her Instagram pictures
I'm a lonely bitch who is slowly dying
Looks at everyone and trembles
Just wants to fit in
She's a Narcissistic Bitch,
I quite often call her the Witch
She ground a good man down
through her greed and selfish desires
she has no room for sympathy or compromise
if the outcome does not involve her.
Now that he is dead
She won't leave him be
and keeps slandering his memory
hate is too good a word for her
but my god I'd love to punch her
By Arcassin Burnham
Its surprisingly amazingly,
Bad enough that I don't give two fucks about the human race,
But when you encounter,
A delusional crazy dumb bitch that listens to ghost call her name,
She is a lyar,
Bitch you should burn in fire,
Along with all those ghost,
And when I try to help you,
Bitch I swear you're doing the most,
So fuck you.
When said to the average woman, it's an insult
When said to me, I tilt my head back and grin
I fix my imaginary crown before it slips and say,
"Yes, I wear that crown proudly. Want to know how big of a bitch I can be?"
Eenie Meenie Miney Moe
You're just another hoe
Never saying "no" & NOT sexy fo' show
Beyond trashy is where you go
The nasty crust is what you are below
A busted ass ratchet
With a scandalous habit
So bounce Bitch, with that shit
Or you're going to get hit
Peace out damn it
You need to just quit
Karma is what you're going to get
Because BITCHES DONT FORGET
You're not classy, just a slutty whore
With legs like a revolving door
Open to anyone wanting to score
But your pussy is stank & rotten to the core!
With more than one new STD sore
Just like I said before
BOUNCE,BITCH no one wants MORE!