that quote is from viola davis in her new york times write up.
funny part is she wasn’t talking about food either.
that quote gave an instant “a-ha” moment…
…oh gawd no.
i have been accepting foolishness for a long time now.
chasing behind wolves who arent that into me.
being respectable to people who don’t respect me.
living paycheck to paycheck and wondering where my money goes.
biting my tongue in fear offended people.
…and for what?
knife in my back.
tossed to the side.
used and abused.
asses to kiss.
“get that shit out my muthafuckin face”.
i deserve filet mignon.
i deserve 5 star.
i deserve vip.
…and i’m not talking about material.
as i walked around the city yesterday alone,
i came to the conclusion i’m not respected by people in my real life.
i give all this great advice,
always there with a shoulder or ear,
go to work and do a good job…
but when it comes to me,
i get thrown greasy plate and no napkins.
i’m glad this is happening though.
if things were too perfect then it wouldn’t allow me to grow.
if i got what i wanted,
i wouldn’t fight so hard to want more out of life.
if fake people didn’t show their true colors,
i wouldn’t have the joy of making them bow down.
“i’m a vic-tor not a vic-tim”
this as the “gold digga” system wide bitch fix.
say goodbye to the chicken shack.