If somebody comes into my room and finds a little pile of ash that once was me
This video is the culpritI’m effin done
Oh mah goodnessssss
Dios te bendiga!
Ma, let me talk to you real quick!
Damn, come here
Shiiiitt, look at that ass.
for the dudes who
think this shit will get my attention.
You watch as my hips sway side to side as I walk
as my hair blows in the wind
as my lips glisten under the sun.
Watching me creepily,
awaiting a moment of vulnerability;
ready to attack.
sucking the blood of your victims off your fingers
slurp, slurp, slurp
No, I won’t smile
I won’t give you my attention
I won’t give you my number!
You are not entitled to my response.
Fuck out my face with that mess.
I am the owner of my body!
“you think you too good?”
“you must be gay”
Recognize that you are not entitled to anything
that although society tells you
are the future owner of this body
I want you to know
you are not
and that this body will not be given away so easily.
So rethink your approach
will not lose
myself to cat calls
and falsified notions of confidence
because my self-love reaches dimensions that your lust cannot
and will not