Truthed
You’re nothing special,
Just a bitch,
A bitch bitch,
You’re both suck ups,
You hold double standards,
And you bully,
“I wanna be a writer”,
“I wanna go to an Ivy League school”
Boo hoo whaa whaaa,
Please,
Sharing the title of writer with you,
Either if be you or your twin
Even thinking of your bullying against my friends,
It makes my skin crawl,
Your condescending tones,
Your big bitchy dreams,
Just watching the way you act,
Your convictions,
Your dreams,
They’re more like jokes,
The poet is condescending without right,
What writer sucks up,
WHERE IN YOUR PRIDE,
Your human decency,
If all you’re gonna do is bark,
Don’t even speak to me bitch,
“Oh is this your class?”
I’m happy I shrugged you off,
I regret even acknowledging you,
And if I never hear my Pen Name from you…,
YOU'LL REGRET EVEN BREATHING MY AIR.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
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