I Am Not A Filter

I Am Not a Filter

By: Chaundria Jones

I’m a hoe.

                            I’m that girl that walks around with a permanent smile to the world.

Girls, boys, women, men, homosexuals, transgender, bisexuals, or transsexuals.

I’m that girl that gives hugs for apparently no reason.

I’m a hoe.

I’m a bitch.

No, not a female dog or a dog in heat.

I’m, that bitch that gets called a bitch when I disagree.

No, not a bad bitch, but a bitch who has confidence and won’t settle for less.

“Hell Nah! I can’t stand sagging pants.”

“Nope, I don’t think smoking is cool.”

Yep! I’m a bitch.

Damn! I’m Fat.

I aint no size 2, but I love my skin.

I’m in love with all kinds of chicken.

Damn straight, I got stretch marks.

Hell nah! I don’t use Mederma.

I have love handles, with loose arms, hardly any bone.

I hate diets and working out.

But, my refrigerator is stocked with Yoplait, V8, Weight Watchers, Greek Yogurts, Nectar Juices, and Sun Chips.

What the hell?!?

I’m not a nigga, but I’m black.

I never watched Friday, Friday After Next, or Next Friday.

But, I’m black.

I wear Peruvian, Brazilian, Virgin, and Non-Virgin weave.

But, I’m black.

I speak proper grammar.

 But, I’m black.

I like taking long walks with no destination.

But, I’m black.

I make friends and corny jokes.

And, hell yeah! I’m still black!

I’m a hoe.

I’m a bitch.

I’m fat.

I’m black.

I am not a filter.