Bitches Be Hatin’

There’s a girl. Lets call her She. To put it plainly, She don’t like me. I find this laughable. Why you ask? Because She ain’t never met me.

I’ve never met this girl. Never laid eyes on her. She’s never seen me except for pictures. Too her I am words. Words created and spoken by someone close to both of us, depending on who you ask on what day, closer to me. But She don’t like me, never met me, never spoken to me but hates me for what I represent.

Ibid.

There’s another girl. Lets call her Her. Her don’t like me either. Why? Because I was her current boyfriends first love…3 years before they ever met and started dating. Back in the day, she and I used to be friends, a girl I really liked and coulda been close with had she A) not wanted to be with my boyfriend and B) not been crazy insecure. But Her was/is crazy insecure. When I come to town, he has to sneak to see me and my family, all of whom he’s known for 10 years. When I call or text to make sure he’s still alive (because he and I don’t talk often because we’ve both MOVED ON) he has to respond laaaate at night when she’s (finally) left him alone. Her don’t like me because of principal, because of who I am to him. I’ve never done anything to Her either.

Lets introduce some more characters, shall we? I have another ex, lets call him Almost Fiance because once upon a time I planned on marrying him. Fiance had an ex, lets call her Chick. Now Chick and I got along all through she and Fiance’s relationship, she even picked me a few times to discuss their problems with. Chick fucked over Fiance in a BIG way. Chicks do stupid shit like the shit Chick pulled. Months later, Fiance and I get together. Start planning OUR life…by ‘our’ I mean the one that has nothing to do with her. Around the time we start thinking about marriage she pops up through email seemingly to play a rousing game of “Let’s See Who’s More Over Who”. I guess Fiance was winning because Chick hit him with “I don’t trust her, she’s sneaky, something about her isn’t right. I’m coming to visit you because we got a connection that can’t be disconnected.” Bitch please. Oh NOW I’m sneaky, NOW I can’t be trusted but when you was telling me all your business about how bad you was fuckin’ Fiance over when yall was together I was plenty trustworthy then, right Chick? And if you THINK that I woulda even almost considered you visiting ANYDAMNWHERE and giving you room to try to cause problems for us, ya fucking crazy Chick.

There have been countless other girls. Lets call them all Bitches. BITCHES BE HATIN’. Javon said it and now I’m convinced. Bitches don’t know me, but Bitches can’t stand me. Bitches have never laid eyes on me but swear I’m ugly, and then when they do see me, they run to the nearest salon, mall, and nail shop to try and look just like me. (Yes this has actually happened to me.) Bitches call me stupid and then find out I’m a genius. (Literally.) Bitches call me trifling but then spread lies about shit I didn’t do. Bitches say I aint shit but are threatened because just the mere mention of my name is enough to tear their relationship assunder. Is this what we’ve reduced ourselves to ladies? Hating women YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW over men that ALREADY BELONG TO US because we’re insecure? Because someone said we should? Is the shortage of men in the world really that bad that we really have to hate on each other for no reason? Bitches.

So in closing lemme say this: what do She, Her, Chick, and Bitches have in common? They all hate me and they don’t know me. And that’s fine. But know this about me; I am too grown to be playing these kinda games and I am too real to be subliminally send you hateful thoughts because I DON’T KNOW YOU EITHER BITCHES. With that being said, let my grown ass tell you something real: if you’re gonna hate me, hate me because I’m one of the baddest bitches walking across this Earth. THERE’S a real reason to hate me, not this bullshit you come up with. Hate me ‘cuz you ain’t me.

And your man knows it too.

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