“You look like an exotic Amazonian goddess.”
“I’ve never been fortunate enough to taste such divine chocolate as yourself.”
Why don’t you walk that cake over here
so I can have a slice?”
Sorry not sorry
I don’t care if it’s just the tip,
I don’t care if you’ve waited a year
I’m closed for business.
What’s in my pants
under my shirt
up my skirt
is mine and mine alone.
So you can keep your “dayum shawty”
I don’t want it I don’t need it
My body is my property
get off my lawn
This is not what love looks like
sullying that sacred 4-letter word.
“Are you as kinky as your hair?
Lemme see you drop down & touch your toes.”
People like you are the reason the
goals of the feminist movement are skewed
people like you are the reason women
walk home at night clutching their
purses and furtively glancing
left and right.
I shouldn’t have to be forced to hide my castle away
I own this ish
It is mine and mine alone
so now and forever
your “compliments” are unappreciated