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I was beyond reality, stuck in fantasy.

As if women aren't the building blocks of our society, as if they didn't conceive the men that weave the lies that say that women are the enemy of men , that women should bear children and do nothing else but be housewives, that we should live our lives only to survive, instead of thrive. Instead of making a name for ourselves, instead of living off our wants and needs. Again looking back at history, yes women have gained more and more rights , but women around the world are still facing gender based mistreatment, being treated as if women matter less than common animals, as if women are made to be traded , degraded for everything, from eating what they want to being able to speak freely, women are still getting their wings clipped as if we are mere farm chickens to be kept in pens instead of flying freely in the sky , instead of being free to ascend to the highest heights, to be who we want to be. Again look through the history books, women have had our growth stunted, then being degraded for being unable to read and write as well as most men, being called illiterate, unworthy. We,Women are as great as men, sometimes even greater than, we need to rise up, I mean we need to allow ourselves to fly instead of fall, to help eachother, instead of always quarrelling with each other, we need to get on the same pages instead of acting like we are all enemies, all islands floating apart with miles of sea separating them.

My body is mine,not yours,. So keep your dirty add paws, I mean hands , off and away from me, you want a queen without a voice, without the power of choice, I suggest you look elsewhere , you ain't gonna find her here, I'ma queen loud as a lion, not a pillow to lie on, or a stool to step on , you want me, but just the parts you find sexy , like my mouth without a voice to speak with, you'd rather I use my tongue for other purposes, you want a rose without thorns, you want a queen without a brain, or a queen you can contain, one you can put in a cage and she won't complain, you want a beautiful bird with clipped wings, so you can deny her right to fly, so you can hold her down, instead of helping her fly higher than the limits of the sky. You seem to think that your worthy of me, when you're really just dirt beneath my feet.

Somedays they call me black Barbie dolll, otherdays I'm a fat black bitch, a bougie bitch with too much talk and not enough fists, I fight with my words , not my hands, I'm a writer not a fighter, I can't take you to tasks with my hands so I rake you across the coals with words from my lips, with my words I can block out your sunlight, turn you into a solar eclips, I'm not a fan of ripped jeans, I'd rather wear clothes that don't appear to be tearing away at the seams. They call me black Barbie doll,you know if Barbie was plus- sized, with a fat face and tiny eyes, with more that 2 rolls, I'm a fat black bitch when I don't speak in the way that they want me to. When I allow myself to speak my mind, to talk back,to be outspoken. Do y'all expect me not to talk, why my mouth ain't broken, ask me if I can walk the walk, well I talk better than I walk , my words will choke you out, I'm like a prima ballerina, classy writer John Cena , you can't see me but I've seen ya,I'm not one for confrontation but I love a little clout chasing or should I say cloud casing , I case clouds/ case rooms with crowds, always watching out , you know for a little bit of clout, I may not fight with my hands but I'm no girls scout.