Do you adjust her crown
When no one else is around?
Or do you go in for the attack
Stab her in the back
Not looking back
Just to adjust your own hat
Then pat yourself on the back?
How do you sleep at night?
Do you feel alright?
Is everything working out for you?
Do you come unglued
When someone does better than you?
You might want to think about
How you act when no one else is around
Because that act you have going on
Girl, everyone already knows what you’re about
Life is hard enough
Shit gets tough
How about we spread some love?
Instead of worrying about who sees what
‘Cuz one day this will all be over
And then what will you have to say for yourself?
Show for yourself
For yourself
To yourself
When nobody is looking
Nobody cares
Nobody
It’s just you
This! This is such a reminder. We need to think outside ourselves in our actions. There’s self-care & boundaries. And then there’s self-aggrandizement. I’ve never been one to shove & elbow my way anyway. It just seems more important to support each other. Great message, girl!
Thanks, girl.
I’m no preacher, God knows I’ll probably burn for my lifestyle, but I’ll preach about love and how to treat other people all damn day. There’s entirely too much hate and jealousy in this world for absolutely no reason. Oh boy, here I go😂
Powerful work. So true. You nailed it.
Thank you, Thomas
Happy unofficial first day of summer.
ZING! The crown adjuster. When I get my crown, you’re the first girl I’m calling to tilt it. For now, can you pull this thong out of my crack? Let’s take this to the back. And to think I’m came ‘this’ close to wearing a Papal Tiera.
“Show yourself, for yourself, to yourself” – damn, that’s solid. I’m bringing that shit with me to work.
xoxo
I got you, girl. Follow me. We’re cutting that thing off, you’re going commando.
Fuck yeah I am
Fantastic piece Adira. You are a remarkable writer.
Thank you, Keith.
Happy unofficial first day of summer.
Same to you
So many are competing and will do anything to get ahead. Your poem is an excellent read this morning my friend. Truly illuminates the back stabber in all their cruelty. People who call themselves your friend and then betray you to make themselves look on top. Great poem, my friend.
John
Thank you, John
Unfortunately too many people live like this.