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I’m a Boss Ass Bitch

Karen slid into my DM’s

I’m nothing. I’m no one. I’m uneducated. I’m unkempt, I’m irrelevant, I’m FAT, I’m BLACK, I have fake lips and tits, I’m ghetto, I’m crap, I’m desperate for the wasteman you claim, I’m broke, I’m old, I wish I were famous… can’t remember the rest. But I agree with Karen – I’m trash.

Even the exact shade of red won’t make you better than the worst version of

UNIQUE.

We’re not the same, sweetheart; I have no competition – almost 8 billion humans reside on this planet, and you assume I’m focused on your shit-show.

Right.

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You Only Die Once

We talk about life and how it is better to do something now rather than leave it until later because of YOLO.

But the truth is, you only die once!

You can love and become destroyed all within the same relationship.

A lack of consistency with earnings can push you into a lane riddled with broken glass, and you’ll stop walking because the end result is not worth the pain, especially as there is no guarantee of a better ending than where you currently stand.

Tears are temporary and dangerously futile – I cried over heartbreak, and my heart crumbled even more.

Who am I to ask for more when life suggests I need less until I fade away to nothingness.

Why are you waiting for something to happen for you to progress? Or rather, why don’t you trust that you are more than capable of committing to your goals and surpassing them.

Or maybe you are vanishing into the grey mist of confusion, and before you know it, you’re 84 and taking a leap into life.

A Saturday of Significance: 19.06.2021

A Saturday of Significance – 19.06.2021

Some mornings I wake up and see mini reels of those days, playback in my mind. You had known me for the best part of more than two years, yet when an indignant person decided to speak lies into the ears of few, you sided with them over my heart.

When I sought your support, you turned your back and fixed your mouth to speak sideways from your neck. In-person, you silently chose to side with a liar.

When apart, you voiced how real their story felt. Yet, you and a few others ignore the fact that you know I have never done anything like or similar to the words this attention seeker repeated.

It is incredible how liars become victims these days, and their target receives hate and a tainted reputation – all from a lie.

The most significant memory that tortures me is where I welcome this person into the group. I educate this person and uplift them. I provide for them and encourage them to step up onto the next stage and fly!

Imagine for a moment the smile that beams from their burgundy painted lips. ‘Good Morning Unique! Thanks for everything you have done for me; I couldn’t have managed this week without you.’ Words that instil a positive vibe within any form of relationship, facial expressions that gain trust and assure you that this person is genuine and respectful.

Little did I know back then that behind every smile was a whisper to another that I’m the bad guy. Layered between every compliment was a personal attack, sent above and around me, about me.

Some mornings, like this morning, I wake up and playback a period in my life where I was framed. I was made a scapegoat, and my lips were sealed together with lawful threats. There are seconds when I notice I’m not breathing or I’m breathing too fast. Where I freeze, and my tears scream to be freed, but I know I’m tired of crying. I wonder if I should have highlighted how I was tormented, used and discarded because…

I draw comfort from our universe as I know karma exists. I understand that time is key, and justice will arrive at the right moment.

A Saturday of Significance – 12.06.2021

In the early hours of this morning, I called out to my love, and he answered.

I shouted, ‘I love you,’ he replied, ‘I love you, too.’

I remember feeling a little uneasy, but that never stopped me from expressing my love. Finally, he left out for work, and I turned my back on the window and cried.

Never before had I felt anything resembling love. Not until that moment, that is.

An excellent sentence to use and to hashtag, the sentiment of true love pulls everyone inside, and the caution of love has the love-less peering in through the open windows.

When I first heard those precious words whispered into my soul, I bore a beautiful baby.

I felt like I had to show my love, so I created love with the one who loves me the most.

Today I received a text from my love, reminding me I am loved, and love continues to flourish, even throughout the weeds of life.

Salty Saturdays: Could Give a Fuck 29.05.2021

It was what it was; I was right on the mark!

I said this; I said that – the shit I spoke was pure. But you added salt on a bitch and called me wavy. You acted like you were a God of some mad world and what you spoke was gospel.

You’re a messy bitch.

You step up and into my spine, the leverage you needed at the time to start a new chapter.

Fuck it! I’m burning slow.

I could give a fuck about your life.

I’m the embers you forgot about when you skipped on grass that ain’t greener than my lawn.

The life that flourishes here won’t ever be over there.

Stay back; I don’t want your ashes to fall near me. However, I will stand in awe of your rotten soul fading away into nothingness.