i’m choosing to set u at low today.
i don’t want to fake loving me
loving this skin
and makeup or fashion don’t keep me warm at night
i’m walking with my head down
…and writing in lowercase letters
from here on out i am:
avoiding eye contact
smiling on the inside
…and crying in the bathroom stall
cute always has a clause.
-cute for a black girl
-cute to be so thick
-cute to be dark skin??
-cute for a chick w/natural hair
-cute for a poet… what does that mean?
i’m done loving me until further notice
cause loving me gets me nowhere but here… alone
watching every man with low self esteem finding every reason to see me
as less than or equal to nothing
i’ve pulled my self up by my bootstraps
so much that they’ve broken beneath me
beauty is evil
…and being clothed in spinster seems to be a joke i can’t shake
if i can’t fuck-cook-suck-swallow-pray-love my way into some random heart…
perhaps it not me
fuck u self esteem…