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She is not yours to measure, judge, or shame. She moves how she wants, gives when she chooses, and owes no one an explanation.
Men give their bodies away like expired coupons and get praised for it. But the moment we explore our own, they want to call us everything but free. So to that I say: Touch who you want. Taste what you crave. And don’t you ever feel bad about it.
“You got the degrees, the charm, the family, and the fake ‘man of God’ act. But underneath all that? You're still just a weak, pitiful little bitch with commitment issues and community dick.”
When I’m finished, it’ll be so dark, even God might look away—and I’ll be the only one still laughing.
I didn’t even have to turn around to know it was Baldy Locs.
I almost choked lol
“You think you ran something. I let you have that. Let you build your ego, boost your little pussy power campaign. But, by the time I’m done? You won’t be talking all that ‘run the world’ shit. That pussy gon’ be dead and filing for disability.” …I almost drooled.
“And when I do eat you… when I eat your soul away… just know, when it’s over—I’m fucking your face.”
You gotta love someone with your whole soul to stay after the storm—and even more to rebuild the whole house after.”
“You are rage in poetry form. You are heartbreak repackaged as resilience. You are softness wrapped in spikes because life never gave you space to be unguarded.”
“I came to enlighten you. Threatening would be me slapping that synthetic lace off your scalp and stuffing it in your throat.”
I’ll remind you: you’re safe now. You’re seen. You’re mine.”
You ever hurt a man so bad that his barber starts texting you to check in?
