I was young and trusting and I trusted you to do my hair.
To braid it up and make me feel pretty.
But you cut my hair at night-time, you cut my hair as I slept.
Auntie B, you’re a BITCH!
I woke up and wept.
I hate your existence; I despise your blood type.
Don’t speak Unique into your life, when you see my name in print and online.
I’ll write about how disgusting you are and how unfortunate I couldn’t pick my family.
I’ll emphasize your ability to be a whore and work legit at the same time.
Technically you’re listed as an aunt on my tree, but bitch you’re no family of mine!