I HAD a Weakness
It all started once we moved away from Whites and Hispanics into the Black side of town. Then, I would finally begin to get noticed. At first, being “bony” described me and having big lips gave them the best humor.
Later, everyone turns sexual and accepts big lips as a rewarding feature.
Teased throughout the school years for having long – “decent” grade hair? Smh. So, I kept my hair up in buns so that I wouldn’t offend of those Bitches.
Guys claiming they took my virginity was a yearly rumor coming out of those fatherless punk Bitches.
And each year a two-faced drama starting Bird threatened to cut off my Effin’ hair.
And yet, I held my tongue at all times. Never said a word to those Bitches.
I was called stuck-up for no reason.
They never realized me being speechless had nothing to do with me being conceited or stuck-up.
But from being broken. Afraid to speak.
I seriously can’t stand black women, til’ this day you Bitches wouldn’t dare to speak to me and find out who I am or to just be a sister.
I’m tired of the competition.
And I’m tired of admiring you Bitches just to get rejected in return.