What is real?
Racism,
Death,
Life,
Struggle,
Pain,
What is fantasy?
Real housewives and bad girls clubs.
Loving and hip hop,
Teen moms and big brothers,
Hair pulling,
Screaming,
Scratching,
Biting,
Bitches every other word.
Does "reality" accurately portray my species?
Setting us back.
Showing all that we have no control.
No common sense.
Can't even keep our legs closed.
A fickle ball of emotion,
Who will stab you in the back without a second thought.
That is not me.
That is not my kind.
My Queens,
Live for love.
When one of us fall,
There are helping hands to pull her up.
Not one look of disdain,
No hate.
You are my sister,
A goddess,
Empress,
Mother of all.
There are no bad bitches here.
YOU ARE READING
Poemz
PoetryWorking in mental health and sometimes dealing with my own issues results in beautiful dark poetry, that lives in my soul
