BYL .

You call me bitter at least hundred times cause I decided to move on. Because I decided I am not going to argue with you or make myself less than what you already tried to make me.

Weak

You called me weak for believing in myself more than you ever believed in yourself. You called me weak for trying to better myself while at the same time I’m raising kids and you by myself. I broke down hundred times all you can do is ask me why the hell I’m crying for.

Bitch

You would always call me a bitch when you didn’t get your way. When I put my foot down and give you the same nasty energy you gave me. I’m a bitch because I decided to stand up to you. I refused to allow you keep tearing me apart cause let’s be honest, I was already cracked when you met me. You decided to use that to your advantage.

Hoe

You would call me a hoe just because of me feeling confident in myself. Because of the clothing I wore. I started to feel ashamed of my body. Even I shouldn’t have. I used to love me. I used to love my body. The term hoe never phased me until you said it for hundredth time.

It beats fast when you come near me

My mind is repeatedly asking me

“What’s gonna happen next”

I’m content with this so I thought

I wanna move my fingers thru your hair

But yet I’m so scared

To be friends with you was all I thought this was

To be friends with you is all I ever thought it would be

Today you tell me that’s all it can be

What was beating so fast and loud for you

Has stopped beating at all