Jealous

I used to hate my brown eyes jealous of the blue & green eyed bitches

Hated my dark curly hair

Jealous of the stringy blonde haired bitches

Never had to put their head in the sink with conditioner & brush out their naps before school ass bitches

It was a struggle feeling like I didn’t belong

Everyday comparing myself just sounds like a sad song

I looked at them as my enemy

Not my equal

Like a movie they were the good girl

I was the rebel

These were the parts we were meant to play

Not realizing we’re all made of clay

We’re all the same

Connected in some way

-RB