she doesn’t plan
Or scheme.
Her feelings
Validate her
fucking illusions
She thinks
She is clever
Gossipin’
Impulsively
Like, looky- looky- look
At me.
vents
sideways,
talks shit out
the side of her
Fuckin’ mouth
Somebody please,
hand
Her some fuckin’
Toilet paper
Bitch, you're embarrasin’
Yourself
this ain’t beef,
this ain’t smoke,
this is me
not takin’
Your joke
She carries herself
like
She authorizes her own
Bullshit
And I am over here
Stiflin’ a
Laugh
She talks in circles,
calls it intuition,
but it’s just noise
wearin’ confidence.
Your own voice
echoin’
you keep fuckin’
mistakin’ volume for
presence,
like
loud
equals
lasting.
it doesn’t.
I don’t jump,
I don’t flinch,
I just laugh
and let you finish.
you confuse reaction
with impact,
feel important
‘cause you fuckin’
Think you
shook the air.
you stay mistakin’ motion
for progress,
but you been runnin’ in place
the whole time.
Remember the
Echoin’ voice?
This is the
Same delusional
Line
She tells herself
She thinks she
Is a step ahead
When I
Shackled that
Bitch
To the ground
You think
You are playin’
with me
While I shut
your whole narrative down.
this ain’t beef,
this ain’t smoke,
this is me
not takin’
Your joke
She spouts
off
Thinks Her fuckin’
clownin’
Energy is
Funny…
Funny how?
You mean funny like I’m a clown?
I amuse
you?
Oh, boo-hoo
Bitch
You just mad
No one would
Ever chose
You
You think I
Am unaware
I long past
caught the tell
saw through it
Giggled, shrugged
And said
“Fuck it, hell”
I don’t jump,
I don’t flinch,
I just laugh
and let you finish.
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