2026

She hid but slid big into my dms Something bout the gossip of mothers all over town. Measuring with tape measures all of their men and looking into the temples of Asia Bellydancers den. Some like to gossip they saw her with veils talking to angels while seducing some devils. Playing with haters just so they could level themselves on the field. Oh let’s keep it real. Some of you keep filling your cup while never thinking of others down on their luck. Well princess power puff I think it’s time you goose goose duck. Pretty ladies we love ourselves we don’t fuck. Stop trying to figure out my life because yours suck. Stop prying your eyes into something you were not even there you wish you could b. The one he kept coming after for 18 years because it was so sweet. The kind the hot n sticky not neat. It don’t fit in your little box drawer on your nightstand. It don’t suite the ribbons you tie when you want more land. It isn’t part of your ZZionisst plan. Some made life again. You don’t get to judge how we turn your oppression into our own inner paradise terrain. Block out you nosey fuckers who don’t have a plan. Most of you tell me to just go to Iran. I love em so much that I should go there instead. Well I already did honey n slow on the mend. No I don’t need more therapy I just need to you not to try n silence me. I been rep n indigenous sovereignty and if you think like them or you think like me it all will get exposed just like an off out a tune harmony. Doesn’t matter what you sing about it will always be off key. Dont try to police me my art has soul fire n it was designed by angels n me. We had lots of time while you colored in the lines. We drew outside the lines n we made an entire new map. This one didn’t need your approval stamp. Didn’t need three weeks on a rack. Didn’t need me to jump thru hoops on fire for you. Didn’t need me to hand over my life to a zoo. Didn’t need to be judged by you. You aren’t mad of star dust if you still waiting at the bank while starring like you want my key. Well hot damn beck eee you maybe wearing a dress but you think like an Uncle Sam groupeeee n for you ill be in Tennessee. Giddy up horsey and come ride with me. Trot trot beck key. Maybe the hallucination will show you the way. Send you back to the UK where the price is always right and you can miss white yourself your own ending to the stories you like to make up all day. Laugh myself all the way to my hay day Pay day n play n the most intelligent way Must have been an angel taught me how to write in this place. Never hurt no one for writing never bother no one unless the had a problem with my identify as another race. A blessed multi cultural sauce ehhh n wear keyfiyah like a crown…. Its2026let’s burntheIDFffffffdown