The dreams they sold us…
I hope there’s a return policy.
I didn’t buy them willingly
I didn’t know I was even buying them
No one mentioned anything about selling dreams
If I knew they were for sale I wouldn’t have bought any I mean who want this:
I remember being told that I could be anything that I wanted to be, that I could be all that I aspire to be that if I reached high enough I would be able to touch the stars…
But the stars I’m reaching for are my Chuck Taylor All Stars,
I’m aspiring have nice life problems
And all I want to be is financially secure…
My teachers use to tell me if you work hard enough you’ll get into university then graduate and have the job of your dreams earning a big fat cheque driving the most luxurious car you want
Well so much for driving that car because I’m trying to drive the brokeness out of my life
Living from cheque to cheque with that degree I was told to get…
I’m out here watching high school drop out living it up in burbs…
My hard work isn’t really compensating me the way it should I think a refund should be in order…
Remember when bae would hold your hand, look you in the eyes and say,
” baby you the only one for me”
“My love we are going to be together forever”
” baby it us against the world ”
And yea you were the only one… the only one in your neighbourhood actually,
The forever they spoke about usually lasted 3 months
Us against the world… more like us against each other
So much for living the dream,
Now you just want to stay in the dream by sleeping…
You could still believe in love…
Nah, that’s some bullshit fairytale stuff
And this whole school situation like someone need to give us a guide stating how to make it in life with a degree
These dreams y’all sold us,
You can have them back.
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…
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…
Stars in her eyes.
So full of life.
Everyday is like an adventure to her.
She goes to bed every night counting down the hours till the sun rises again so she can begin the new journey that awaits her…
Hungry for knowledge
Motivated by a mere everyday thing called growing up
She is mesmerised by the different flavours life has to offer, so eager to taste every last bit…
She walks to the beat of her own rhythm
She exudes her new found values to the world
Ready to even defy the rules of science, her only goal is to change the world….
Reality just hit
She opened her eyes to the big bad world
The stars in her eyes are dim, her entire world shattered each piece leaving it’s own unique mark as a reminder.
She dies more and more inside
Used as a trophy to the “Man”
She forgets her worth
She it taught to live by an untrue fact that a man is the only thing she’ll need….
she remembers how it began
She gracefully carries herself with elegance
Walking away from all the pain, negativity and everything that jeopardise her peace
She needs no approval, ready to conquer and take back all she lost.
She is whole.
She is strong.
She is perfectly imperfect.