Tag: MyStory

That’s Not My Story

You’ve done well.

I’m proud.

I’m inspired.

I’m somewhat happy for you. Honest.

The left side of my neck hurts.

You achieved something new to your life. Brilliant.

That’s not my story.

Do not wish the same for my life.

Our universe has chosen. I’m at peace with where I’m going.

Haircut

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!