I frowned.
I smiled.
I tried being nice .
But all you did was throw back in my my face.
I tried to ignore it.
But you kept reminding me.
can you blame me.
That’s why bitches exist .
THAT’S WHY I EXIST .
YOU ARE READING
why bitches exist
PoetryThere are two types of people nice people and the BITCHES.Have you ever wondered where this bitchiness came from? what people have been through or seen whether its good or bad makes you the person you are today.so don't judge a book by its cover.
