I am…

I am worth more than a bottle of moët…

Fact that I don’t even know what it tastes like, should tell you…
My body can’t be be bought by alcohol so…
Don’t bother asking, “how many drinks will it take to get home with me”
 You can try taking me to an expensive restaurant,
But I’m just gonna end up ordering fries coz your bougie broke ass lifestyle doesn’t live up to the fine elegant taste I  have called plain and simple…
I am worth more than a bottle of ciroc…
Boo I don’t need spirits in the form of a beverage coz I got the Holy Spirit and that’s more than enough.
Buying me clothes won’t do shit you’ll probably get the wrong size either way
And don’t think waving cash in my face will get me all excited coz not even manhood could do a proper job…
 Like I said,
I’m worth more than a bottle of henessy…
Don’t assume every girl in a weave, with makeup wearing a tight short dressing is:
Dumb enough to go home with you
Materialistic enough to get excited over  things you buy them
Or naive to believe the bullshit you whisper in her ear…
Everyone has a price…
But
Not everyone is bought with alcohol…
If you gonna try challenge us then,
Try seeing how further you can make  me think and not how further I can bend over.
Instead seeing how quickly you can get me to bed, see how quick I can learn about your field of work.
Rather then worrying about how my moaning  motivates you, how about you motivate me get that education….
Don’t complain about how my school work is taking up our time for Netflix and chill… my guy increase our time together by creating Study and Chill….
My education, values,  morals or self worth aren’t worth  “a bottle”…
So don’t assume I can be bought
Because assumptions make an ass out of you and me…
I am worth more than just a bottle… 

Her journey begins…

When I look in the mirror.

I see the same old girl,

The dull face girl that’s just plain and boring,

I see a useless waste of energy. 

Insecure unworthy damsel.

A tramp!

Everyday I look in the mirror…

I die a little every time.

I see  the disgusting figure I called ME!

I see a stranger staring back at me

I feel the eyes of judgement tear me apart one chrge at a time.

I hear tormenting laughs of my estranged evil self.

The daily remind of feeling mediocre every time I looked at my reflection 

Having first learnt to say I hate myself before I knew what it meant… 

just by looking in the mirror.
Today I looked in the mirror…
For the first time I saw something different,

I saw her…

I felt her  beautiful soul,

Full of life with so much to offer.

I saw a fire ignite in my eyes,

I found a new passion within myself.

I reconciled with myself.

I looked in the mirror 

And….

I fell in love with who I saw.

I fell in love with the new feeling I gave myself.

I fell in love with my entire being.

When I looked in the mirror 

I saw the queen I was ment to be.