Rough Draft: Temporary Temptation

Rough Draft: Temporary Tempatation

Don’t dance with me if you can’t keep up. I can sleep after I drink a stacked & stifled coffee cup. Read that again. You should pick better men. It’s not my fault you let him pick the lock. Your ovaries were on the clock. I understand the efforts of temptation but I don’t want your life if it was wrapped in silk. Might as well be soil. Wouldn’t want you to spoil while you labor & toil for the best you’ll ever get. I would suggest holding your tongue before you say something else you’ll regret. Insulting my poetry & disrespecting me as a person along with twisting the facts to your advantage that acts as a barrier to the carrier. My work is NOT bibliographical poetry you found in your grandmothers attic. That was low but not as low as you are. Your grammar is a hammer to the English language. You write like a cheap, pregnant bastard who doesn’t know who the father is. I’m not going to give you a full poem because you don’t deserve one. But everyone will know exactly who you are & what you do to scam people. Y’all make a great team. You even had the medium convinced that you deserve pity. Honey I’m from the big city. I had to escape rape alone in an old, un-dependable car that wouldn’t go far but somehow still made it home because what you don’t realize is that I have angels on my side to wound your hideous pride. I’m sure you’re bleeding inside but I don’t care. I bled for longer than you did with my own kid & I didn’t look to ruin other peoples lives or try to disfigure what they’ve worked for the most because your host lost the game & the war for fame that you will never be clever enough to have. Now you get to raise 4 kids alone, if you don’t lose one or all of them. Considering what you said to me, you don’t deserve to be a mother. You should be more infertile than me. You can’t spell. You probably can’t even count to three. Oops. I ain’t the one changing diapers & trying not to get poisonous poop on my fingers while the smell lingers because I’m too busy to wash my hands. That’s where the momentum stands. Would you still like to insult me & disrespect my craft now? I think not. This isn’t even rough draft & it’s better than yours. That’s why I get room service & you mop the floors.

I took this down last night but I'm reposting because this is just too gd far out and disrespectful. I have a poetic response to it I posted last night called Rough Draft. This girl went for my poetry after she pretended to be her husband by msging me from his acct last night, then sending me screenshots of the msgs I sent him to me from her acct. They jumped on my LIVE video Tuesday night that I hosted for one of my soul sisters who has terminal cancer to con me out of $75 for drug money. They got $30 out of me. When they asked for Doordash, I said eat ramen. It’s a dollar. Who TF eats Doordash when they’re complaining about having no heat and no food? You know that’s grounds for CPS to take your children including your unborn children not to mention that you have no money and your husband is always either begging for money and complaining about how suicidal he is? You reported my profile for what? Poetry? I reported you for scamming & harassment. I also reported him for suicide & self harm. Extend your arms and embrace the fury you pursued by trying to flirt with my poetry and offering to work with me. I will bury your lyrics spotlessly.

You’re not afraid of witches? Babygirl, I’m a SORCERESS. My poetry is the incantation. The poetry you publicly mocked with your friends last night. I’ve been called the female reincarnation of Shakespeare. I’ve been called a prodigy. I have important people connected with me who want to work with me, publish me, sign me, ect. Yeah babe, I’ll be a celebrity. You’re insanely jealous that I have a good man and ONE child that I have help with. You’re also jealous of my ability to tackle your hs verbiage & drag you to hell where you belong. You’re already there. You’re on your 4th kid who probably isn’t even your husbands and I just got my period. Ain’t that a bitch? Nah, I’m a bigger bitch. You’re a cowardly snitch. Snitches are bitches that end up in ditches. I rewrote that quote for hoes like you. You write like a junkie slut that needs to be cut but I’ll give it to God because His vengeance is proper and perfect. You disrespected the words He gives me to write. It was actually blasphemy and that’s the one thing that won’t be forgiven. It says so in the Bible. My grandpa and father are freemasons honey. My father is friends with law enforcement, judges, prosecutors, lawyers you couldn’t dream of paying for that WILL require justice for me. I’m disabled. I have schizophrenia, bipolar, extreme anxiety, borderline personality disorder, mood disorders and more. It is extremely rare for a girl to have schizophrenia. Have you ever hears of the Americans with Disabilities Act? I’m related to the one who put that law into effect and if he ever saw this, you and your husband would be behind bars if you’re lucky. What you sent me is a felony. What I sent your husband isn’t.

I have the ability to send this to all kinds of law enforcement officials, including my former power of attorney. Yes, I have legal representation. You have literally no mother effing clue how much you FUCKED up sending me this last night. I win EVERY fight. Now get the FUCK out of my focused eye sight, you bloody cunt. That stunt you pulled will be redirected in the manner and form that it should be. Go ahead and continue to hurt my feelings. When you see me on tv, you’ll be reeling. I can’t wait until you and the skank who sent you are burning in a hotter hell than you are right now. I thank God for your karma daily, as well. Now, I’m going to go enjoy my birthday dharma. I feel better now that I wrote you what you need to read. And when you, I hope you never recover. Btw, I would never be your husbands lover. My husband is likely better in bed than yours is too.

You’re still mopping my floors. You still wish you were dead and I sincerely don’t feel bad for you. I never will. God DOES favor those who like flavor over the levels the insincere devil will hand you to expand your faith in evil. Good is just a block away but you can’t get there because you have no fucking car. Did I just go too far? Good. Because that’s what you did to me. If I could reassure myself you’d go missing for getting caught kissing another man, I would. You should really fuck off, duck the bullets headed your way or bite them in between clenched teeth during childbirth with the child you’ll never know. Was that a low blow? I can go lower and a little slower to cope with your lifeless IQ. Give me a few. I could go on and on and I will until you’re gone.

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