jackcrocks.

yeah, you know what?
if you share my family blood, read this.
i hope you do.

since day one of my moving back home,
i've been dealing with this sort of crock. i'm fucking
tired of the same issue.
they make it hard for me to love them.

you think you're doing a righteous thing
by saying what you did. hell, you're just making
me shred your words to pieces.
i take it, chew it up, and spit it all back in your face.
you got nothing on me, sista. nothing.
you bust out this almighty speech, but it's shit.
you know it. i know it.
i punch back 10x a defense.

i'm not the one who dropped all her classes.
i'm not the one who spends her days on ebay
spending money she doesn't have.
and i sure as hell am not the one reading
fucking comics all day.
i'm not the one sitting on her ass
giving zero dedication to finding a job.
words mean shit when you don't act on it.

so how dare you... fucking lecture me. you're
my goddamn 18 year old sister.
you should be the last person to lecture to me
about where my money goes. about my business.
you ain't mama ly. if i popped out of your
vagina, by all means, you can. but you're not
so do me a favor and shut the fuck up.

______________________· 06.08.2005; 2:16 am.