I have a handful of true friends, so I am rich.
God placed a man in my life that genuinely loves me and I pinch him everyday to make sure he exist.
The inner circle is pretty legit.
My problem with adulthood is that I have to deal with other bitches’ bullshit.
The insecure bitches who pretend to be my friend. The medicated bitches who are high and lash out on me. The lazy bitches who get by and I work hard with no reward. The snitching bitches who I wish that I could violently end, but what kind of woman does that make me?
An angry bitch.
Can you hear that shit?
Yes, yes, yes.
I am so uptight and ready to swing.
All over trivial happenings and people who mean me harm.
My throat is tight and I am hoarse when I speak.
Do not let them ruin your day, they say?
I want to live my life without other’s anger affecting me.
I feel an embarrassing change.
I could not beat them, so I joined them.
A feeling so sour. So not me.
An angry bitch is not me.