I have to keep reminding myself…
I am not the nice girl who lives happily after in white picket fence world with some nice boy.
I am the trusted source, the incognito palm reader, the truth and the warmth between breasts and thighs, the king maker, the shoot-to-killer, the third-eye card player, the answer, the prayer… of hustlers, thieves, liars, builders, takers, movers, shakers and more than a few dreamers.
From corporate to street-view, it’s revered. Cheered.
Fuck I care what some whore thinks? Haaah?
– The Ballad of a Real Black Girl