ya know, i don’t get the love i used to on Instagram, maybe ppl are finished with it,
or maybe just the love was never real to begin with. Like maybe all the time i spent investing in the friend’lin should have been invested energy in people with an interest in me…
and niggas that think about more than fuckin entering me. Who wanna dissect and analyze the difference in me when my mood change instead of tryna to get distant from me.. god.
What happened to gentlemen? Who would hold the door just to smack your ass entering. Like tell me when the fuck has goin half been the thing and when the chick known to throw the most ass get a ring?
See i could see how ya confusion the youth, cause you say “knowledge is power” then say.. “its 2″. I’m confused whether i should take the loan or the coop… from the nigga who said he’d pay for it instead of hustling everyday for it, working multiple jobs like i came in on a slave port.
50 hours a week, 22 credits deep, interning steady yearning for an hour of sleep, my mom was in n out of court with the deadest of beat. and what i have to say the public never seem to wanna listen to. I’m not a trap queen, i don’t talk about what bitches do I’m a keep it real I’m a different individual, what’s left of brilliant women I’m the scariest residual.
-something about this poem got me and i had to sit here and replay it until i could try and write it down! amazing!!
Like maybe all the time i spent investing in a FRIENDSHIP*, shouldve been invested energy in ppl with an interest, in me.
See i could see how yall confusing the youth…cuz you say “knowledge is power” then say [pussy] is too…. i’m confused whether i should take the loan or the coupe. 😩😊 you nailed it sis. Thank u beautiful!
And yes, proud of my mini mustache 😂 hairy girl problems 😭
