you know it when you experience it.
when you touch it, it feels different.
when you lay on it, it feels exceptional.
when it comes into your life,
you want more of it.
shit, some of us are quality.
i know i am.
with my writing alone,
i am worth a lot.
we have so many skills and talents that it automatically makes us expensive.
if you count up all the things you are good at,
you will see that you are pretty pricey.
… but, why do we deal with such low quality from people we date… or fuck?
we like to wear cute clothes and be fly on instagram,
but when it comes to our hearts,
we let just “anyone” with a american express dick/ass,
with a citi trends attitude,
why is this?
do some of us not know our value?
or, do we know and we just settle because it is easier?
i started to wonder…
when did our material possessions worth more than us?
i always wondered why people settled.
i know that this lifestyle does not guarantee love.
you can get some top notch dick because sadly,
a good fuck means more in lifestyle.
We just let ANYONE skeet in our faces nowadays.
but why would someone deal with cheap bullshit from another human,
but would floss heavy in the club?
go and buy something expensive to impress other people,
but deal with some ignorant muthafucka who isn’t impressing us?
- never calls
- texts are one word
- cheats repeatedly
- fucks others with no protection
- lies after lies
- promises after promises
… but the raw pipe blew our back out so he stays!
even with friendships,
what business do we have letting these fake ass people in our lives?
did we miss all them red flags on top their heads?
a history of back stabbing,
and a trail of broken friendships.
but they dress as good as us,
and know how to attract some fine wolves,
we want this person in our clique.
my muthafuckin clique, clique, clique…
maybe we need to look at the design of the person in question.
shit, maybe we need to look at ourselves.
usually someone who is flossin’ all their material possession online is suffering from insecurity.
true wealthy minded people do not need to put everything they bought in a photo album.
sure they may take a picture of their car,
an event they are attending,
where they are on vacation,
or maybe their home,
but realistically they keep some things private.
has to take a picture of everything.
they should have never given these niggas camera phones…
they will be the first person in the club poppin’ bottles with a ton of thirty strangers.
like 9 lips on one bottle?
they will have a ton of overdue bills with no desire to pay.
we aint paying no bills ya heard!
realistically, they ain’t use to shit.
usually it is people who grew up poor,
or were awkward nerds,
that want to show off that “they made it“.
same thing can be shown in relationships,
only thing it is the opposite.
they aren’t use to being with quality.
so, they settle for whatever has pecs, abs, and a long stroke.
that’s fine but who is the person attached to it?
they want their wolf/fox/hybrid to match their money.
this is why anyone on twitter with a poppin’ photo album,
because they think that this is what “excellence” is,
when really it is the quickest way to being emotionally broke and mentally spent.
you know, once the real side of things start to happen.
lowkey: why would you put up pictures with your money,
and then complain or act confused that all you attract is gold diggers?
i started to wonder about expecting good quality in our relationships.
we wouldn’t go to a restaurant and put up with bad service.
we would be so quick to cuss out the server and bounce without a tip.
why do we not do this with these ignorant mofos we let in our lives (and in us)?
why do we allow them to treat us like shit and not speak up?
why do we allow them to fuck us like we our ass cheeks are worth platinum,
but treat us like we are worth pennies?
i had to ask…
Do you honestly feel you deserve better?
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