teach me.

the start

When people would just think or expect certain behaviors from me, they really have another one coming. I'm not dismissing anyone's situation but I can't do it. No matter how much I want to be loved. I'll never give anyone the chance or opportunity to disrespect me. I can't get everything and that's fine for now. I will never understand it. I can't. Trading my body for drugs. No I can't. If you want to offer me something that's fine. But don't sit up in my face and ask me that question, the most disrespectful thing you can do. I've never felt like an object until now. Red and white flags signaling everywhere but making that other choice suppresses those feelings. Lay out the plan and blueprint, somehow I can make the right decision for me. I will not let someone even get near me if they have 0 respect. I will not give these niqqas the time of day. I will not be somebody's pawn fuck no. I know who I am. I'm out here doing piink shit and recovering from it. I got the scarz to prove it. Scars have a story. Either short or long. From this day out I will look at any of my intimate or romantic luvas as a scar, and if I could live with that scar on my soul...