Im always that tough one.
The petite chick with advice like
"Fuck niggas ; you don't need him anyways."
Yes, small frame but my talk is mean.
And I got a stuborn streak inherited
From a generation of women
Who honestly didn't give a shit.
The battle with myself when I say its ok to cry
Cuz I've strategically trained my eyes
To lock tears behind steel bars.
To be a hard rock, ms. hill told me I was a gem,
I shoulda listened then.
Cuz now my heart stays iced over
Cold, Bitter, AND unapologetic.
When disrespect presents itself,
Emotions ; disabled.
Together the pieces broken with pride and glue.
I'm that chick.
The one with clenched fists
And tight grips,
The loud voice and quiet atmosphere.
My heart lives in solitude
To be unhappy.
But sometimes I just wanna be