It’s 2018 and I’m still the same person I was last year. Yet, this time around I want more for myself. I want more than the same pathetic occurrences, the same exact person coming to me in a different corpse. I want renewal, replenishment, I want to gain self love, and appreciation for my body. I want to climb mountains, mountains taller than your scrawny dicks. I want to say no and mean that shit. I want to put my pussy on the highest pedastal, that no man of this Earth can reach without going to hell and back. I want people to look at me and see light glistening from my aura. I want to be invincible, I want any and every obstacle I face to be devoured like a Lion attacking its enemy. Do I sound like a Maya Angelou poem to you yet? I hope so. We need liberation. Pussy liberation, our women have been deprived of self worth. It’s time that practice these values. When we think of temporary love and affection, we will replace those voids with true love from ourselves. The moral of the story is that we have to ingrain value in our lives, in order to practice change. It has to become repetitive. Our lives are repetition until we break bad cycles. We make the same mistakes until we learn how to escape the cycle.
Let’s break those,
this was mines.