Remixed, Because you aint no b***h.

When I initially wrote this piece, I remember that I was scribing from a place of deep anger for what she'd done, and how she's made me feel. I said some things I didn't really mean, and after reading over my own art, I realized that I'd actually devalued

 

For SOOO long I fought everyone, even myself about you,

"No" I said, she good people, it can’t be true.

But, everybody don’t whisper the same rumors, and it not have at least SOME truth,

None of these people know each other; they all only know you,

Everything done in the dark comes to light, no matter how much you argue,

And some things once you’ve done ’em, you simply cannot undo,

You can’t hide from inevitability, no more than you can run from you,  

 

 Put my money where your mouth is.

 

I peeped your game, how you operate is scandalous!

You’ve become an internet hoe, who benefits from actual profit,

What I call trickery and deceit, you call versatility and androgynous,

Changing colors and shape shifting like a frog into a prince,

Yet you can’t understand why they think you aint s**t,

It’s like you bask in the attention, your arrogance proves this,

But you’re not popular my love, just an "around the way type chic",

What’s worse is that your a*s is SHAMELESS,

Hell, make me wish I was ignorant, you’ve proven it’s bliss.

 

Put my money where your mouth is.

 

I can’t believe I actually thought I could save you,

And being the con artist you is, you let me believe it too,

I was PUDDY in your hands, you learned exactly what to say – and do.

I never thought it’d come to this but I honestly LOATHE you,

It’s like I know you know I loved you, but it’s only fueled the vindictiveness within you,

If I saw you in public I’d probably faint at the sight of you,

Or vomit in my mouth for fear of your next move,

Or perhaps walk right up to you and slap you,

’Cause you’ve erased the old me and re-written me as a fool,

I don’t know this person you regressed to.

I was in love with an angel,

 

Put my money where your mouth is.

 

Then when the jig is up, you shut down shop and change face,

Then seek out another unsuspecting lesbian to take the prior’s place,

You’ve done this many times, it’s exciting for you—you can’t even wait!

We’re mere challenges, simple conquests, insignificant broads and worthless bait,

I pity any man, whose heart is so full of hate,

You want me to get over it? F**k you!  I’M STILL ENRAGED!

You think I like to sit up, writing out hurt for page after page?

 

PUT MY MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS.

 

I’m sure you MUST realize the messes you make are huge,

And that the heart of a woman is actually damaged once used,

But behind private profiles and changed numbers is where you cowardly take refuge,

Making fun of the ones you really got to love you --DESPITE what you’ve been through,

And by telling yourself that it’s always them -- NEVER you,

Searching for perfection, expecting me to dance like a show monkey on cue,

Living each day as though the consequences for such actions are BENEATH you,

God sees everything,

 

Put my money where your mouth is.

 

You seemed so genuine by the way you revealed your horrors of old,

But you cleverly picked WHICH secrets about you would REMAIN untold,

And had the NERVE to judge me once you learned that I too have been soiled,

Then played with my emotion, swearing bands of white gold,

Had me thinking I could actually become the next Mrs. Pyro…

Damn you sure changed up when I started saying "NO",

I’m such a fool, like Dani said… "I been hoed",

 

Put my money were your mouth is.

 

I don’t know how long it’ll take for me to gain back everything you stole,

Not in terms of money, but my sense of SELF worth seems to be gone,

But I can say, that each day it gets easier to relax and let you go,

Though admittedly I hope one day you’ll admit guilt for what you’ve BEEN KNOWN,

In the mean time I’ll continue to pray that you’ll feel the need to atone,  

Fall on your knees and repent Mi Angel,

Not just for me, but for the sake of your soul.

 

Keep it.

Author's Note

When I initially wrote this piece, I remember that I was scribing from a place of deep anger for what she'd done, and how she's made me feel. I said some things I didn't really mean, and after reading over my own art, I realized that I'd actually devalued my own self expression by referring to one of my nubian queens, and one who I used to hold to a very high regard, as a bitch. By doing so, I've inadvertently made myself a hypocrite, and more over, made my writing seem unintelligent and thoughtless. And, I may be a lot of thing but, hypocritical, unintelligent, and thoughtless are certainly not three things that I am. Therefor I've entitled this piece "remix"... Because even though she hurt me, she aint no bitch. And that's wassup.

Reviews

[Kat Williams]

U say b***h like its not a reality or an apt description. U can love/loathe a b***h and still be you.

Interesting write...more of a release...and sometimes thats whats needed

[thecoolone52]

ehy i liked your authors note cause writing this piece made you think of what you didnt want to be. The piece it self was a little long..... but i liked the font color.... and the angry rant construction you used very fluently..... sweeet write