we’ve learned to call queens outside of their real titles. girls became ‘jawns’, ‘jawns’ became ‘bitches’, and bitches ain’t shit but hoes and tricks. whose trick was that? is it a coincidence that the virgin mary and mary magdalene share the same name, but not the same crown? these girls have no crown. just scalp-pats and ass-taps. they say, “hit it from the back”. well, i couldn’t look a queen in the eye either, so we’ll just pretend they’re all animals or objects. because devotion is harder than disconnection. someone disconnect the throne from the seat of their elastic denim, beat them till they bounce back like rubber-banded bimbos. tell them “bend over”. can you wave hello to hell? can you smell the burning embers? does it smell like sulphur? does it smell like dirty twat? you know, dirty twats get swatted into filthy gutters. we’ve got to get our minds out the gutter, gotta get these hoes off the track, gotta get this glue out this trap. those sticky, nicki minaj impersonators, those self-proclaimed “bad bitches”, “hood bitches”, “five-star bitches”. they disrespect the galaxies because heaven has no place for whores. so where will they go?
sexual freedom isn’t acceptable for women, due to the misogyny massaged into men’s brains. a queen loses her crown when she loses her virginity, and a queen becomes a bitch when she likes it.
i’ve said this before and i’ll say it again. i want my daughter to be blessed with a mind like hers!