Sometimes I wish I could go back to my
Younger self and yell at her, “Don’t hold back”
Rip onto those son of bitches who try to intimidate and stomp your dreams. Bitch smack the mother fuckers who wants to make you feel small or stupid because they want your vagina on their dick and make you think that they are smart and better Beat the shit out of the ass fuck disrepectful Toejams that use your intelligence as their own.
Be confident in your place. In your body. In your mind. Be real and fierce
I’d tell her, you are too good for this world so rebuild a new world, mother, creator of armies and civilizations
Don’t hide your sword in your panties
Take it out and hold it high above your head
But she wouldn’t listen
She’d call me fat and walk on to the next party, flops flipping and laughter on her lips
Annieepoetry 