…. Because I am a perpetual project.
If u were blessed enough to have semi functional upbringing,you don’t really realize that your parents or caregivers are fucking flawed ass human beings right off hand.
Their weaknesses and flaws become more apparent as we grow into counterparts with our elders.
I am a mess at 26. I know I’ll be a different pile of mess in 5-10 yrs.
I just hope my babies love me
I know better so I’m trying to do better.
I no longer allow men to talk to me in a way that makes ME uncomfortable… I want them to talk to me in a way that makes THEM uncomfortable!
(.. Step ur game up!)
I hate when heirs approach me with there tongue out and then become irrationally angry when I treat them like the dog they approached me as…
I am no bitch. I’m not 21 anymore either…so running up on me with your hands everywhere but in your pocket will also get your feelings hurt.
And we all know that our men’s egos are not as tough as their fists!
It was cute when I was a college girl,but as a working professional and a GROWN ASS WOMAN… I’m offended!!
Especially at the hands of a black man!!
I’m offended that you don’t recognize me as Queen… But then again we don’t quite recognize ourselves as royalty much anymore.
So… In conclusion, someone called me a bitch last night… It’s cool tho… I’m still a fucking Lady!!