i am not a good girl
they hate that in me
i dare not please them
they want something else
but i care not, if i displease them!
so, i am a bad girl
i am too blunt
i talk so much
for i have so much to say
to them …
to know me by, hopefully as this: perhaps she is not a bad girl
i dress nice, i can smile pretty too
i have long streaked hair and i am smart
my eye sight is not weak.
but some see me through colored lenses
as if i am a bad girl
i wonder why for me equal footing matters
it matters that they are themselves
when they are with me
they can’t handle my intellect
on top of that i am, yes, appealing
which i don’t think should be the cause for them to
want me
still, i am a bad girl
i strain their minds, i lock up their tongues
they don’t get to enjoy the physicality of themselves
or me
i am more cerebral, spiritual,
something they are not trained to hold
i love to drink Amarulu, or fine wine - sure i can hold that
& some can’t bear that
so i am called, a bad girl
it is okay for u, it is okay for u, but it is not okay for a girl, why?
you’re a mess, they say - too complicated, always arguing, always fighting,
for i am determined, assertive & seductive
i am to them, too accident-prone, too hard on them
i intimidate them when i am just myself - me
she is definitely been around, she is definitely a bad girl, they say
how come she has more male friends at the same time, than one?
some don’t know the nature of my friendships with them, yet
that is what they say
she is a bad, bad girl.
Dush
