bad, selfish, & perky

Matter of fact. I’m bad. I’m not proving nothing. Cuz when I’m calm, I’m bad. When I’m joyous, I’m bad. When I’m generous, I’m bad. Everybody wants more of you —- more and more and more and more. It never ends— an endless pull — and I never run out of shit to give—> patience, time, care, consideration, fucks, love, labor— I have so much if it— I could give for eternity— but god damn, I’m still bad after it all. So I say, “fuck It.” And I say, “fuck you.” Cuz I’m over it really. I had to stand up and be like, “actually, nah nigga.” I don’t have nothing for ya. I need that shit too.

I gave it to myself and shit changed. Cheeks turned red again— more like a black woman appropriate pink— booty got stacked— paper stacked— and I became my own best friend. Like damn girl, you fly as fuck. Even when niggas is low, niggas is up.

Yea.