but these hyenas make me nervous.
why do you ask?
well i’ll tell you…
so one of my homevixens invited me out to a happy hour tonight.
we was both hibernating this winter,
but since today reached 70-ish,
it was time to start that meeting up shit again.
it was at a decent spot.
so i’m on the train,
and it begins a few stop later.
a group of like 5 hyenas got on the train.
“BITCH CUM HEA!
WHY YOU SITTIN’ OVER THERE 4?”
“BITCH U GOT ON MASCARA?”
“BECAUSE BITCH I WANT TO WEAR MASCARA!”
“YOU NEED TO WIPE IT CAUSE I SEE IT RUNNIN!”
“I CANNOT WAIT TIL I GET A BOYFRIEND.
IMA SPOILS HIM.
HE GOTTA MATCH MY FLY DOE.”
they think because they are with their “girls”,
they all got batteries in their backs.
its just like walking past a group of pineapples.
it would be nothing for one of them to get smart at the mouth.
next thing you know:
its not that i’m unsure about my sexuality.
femininity doesn’t make me nervous.
jackals and hyenas make me nervous.
they be on “high alert” in my forest.
the ironic thing?
i bet they fuckin’ with the sexiest wolves too.
low-key: is it wrong to say i’m thankful i’m just regular?
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