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I’m not your bitch, bitch

In honor of National Poetry Month here’s a short one. Stop asking me to fetch things, do work for you, dress up, smile pretty, play nice. Constantly, constantly, constantly…then the nerve…ask for a hug. Pshh! No.  I’m not. I won’t. I shan’t.  I’m not your bitch, bitch. So kiss my grits fo’ eva, cause I…