Simple and plain sometimes its hard to maintain and begin the
downward spiral to telling an unknown truth to a sista. Petty
vindictive and downright conflicting with your inner self and
projecting the negativity on someone else. Why as women do we hate
on one another hide the scheming demons of self hate and esteem to
downplay another because you don't have what they do or see your own
light coming through all the dark emotions and snide remarks and
cunty attitude like you are so much better. Too often we judge and
become the things we say we hate but never contemplate that we harbor
the same patterns of the cloth we don't weave and its hard to believe
that you say how good of a woman you are yet by no means or far do
you come across that way and this poem is not about SEX! Stop
judging a book by the cover when there are so many chapters but its
funny how you only saw the ones about sex and not the ones about life
meaning spirituality and personal growth. Human kindness is free.