She Know (Free Verse)
“I don’t know, lil sis. It’s like…I can’t be happy. I can’t be sad. I can’t be joyful. I can’t be mad. I can’t be sleepy. I can’t be tired. I can’t be glad. I can’t be disappointed. I can’t be excited. I can’t be upset. I can’t be opinionated. I can’t be silent. I can’t be submissive. I can’t be secretive. I can’t be domineering. I can’t be docile. I can’t be aggressive. I can’t be timid. I can’t be angry. I can’t be soft. I can’t be sexy. I can’t be prudish. I can’t be feminine. I can’t be authoritative. I can’t be masculine. I can’t be promiscuous. I can’t be reserved. I can’t be ghetto. I can’t be suspicious. I can’t be bougie. I can’t be conceited. I can’t be confident. I can’t be insecure. I can’t be unsure. I can’t be unique. I can’t be fake. I can’t be straight-forward. I can’t be quiet. I can’t be monotone. I can’t be flamboyant. I can’t be loud. I can’t be eccentric. I can’t be boring. I can’t be nerdy. I can’t be intelligent. I can’t be tom-boyish. I can’t be girly. I can’t be professional. I can’t be artsy. I can’t be clumsy. I can’t be disgusted. I can’t be ugly. I can’t be revolutionary. I can’t be beautiful. I can’t be discouraged. I can’t be motivated. I can’t be overwhelmed. I can’t be encouraged. I can’t be vibrant. I can’t be reclusive. I can’t be elusive. I can’t be funny. I can’t be silly. I can’t be dumb. I can’t be goofy. I can’t be serious. I can’t be stern. I can’t be forgiving. I can’t be apologetic. I can’t be unapologetic. I can’t be loving. I can’t be nurturing. I can’t be ambitious. I can’t be neglectful. I can’t be humble. I can’t be boastful. I can’t be dope. I can’t be fire. I can’t be cold. I can’t be ghetto. I can’t be accepting. I can’t be closed-minded. I can’t be open-minded. I can’t be excellent. I can’t be mediocre. I can’t be expedient. I can’t be meticulous. I can’t be pensive. I can’t be messy. I can’t be organized. I can’t be free-spirited. I can’t be strict. I can’t be moody. I can’t be…I can’t be…I just can’t be…for the life of me…”
“I know right? Fucking male gaze, yo.”
“Now there you go, sounding like Mommy. And stop cursing before I tell!”
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