That’s ok. I know exactly the nerve I’m touching. Scrubbing. Cuz I’m a vibration. So high vibin.
As I write my words I defy the odds set up against the challenge of me.
Yesterday. Someone told me. Again. Forget her. Fuck that bitch. And. Yeah. Nice try Satan. Not today. Or ever.
Beside. Mama forgot herself long enough.
Mama may have been upset that Daddy took his advances and read her all left. But I’m glad he listened and took his pleasure in the back seat of that Chevy to make sure I was created.