i’ve said it before but i hated my voice growing up.
along with hating my voice,
i hated my whole being as well.
i was always being picked on for something,
either at home or at school.
i highlighted and enhanced everything i thought was wrong with me.
i wasn’t like the other boys…
Playing “20 minutes of heaven inside her coochie”
Fathers being proud of them
i had a high voice,
had feminine mannerisms,
many would consider “soft”,
and my father was slowly evolving into the bitter betty pokemon.
i did love track and field and could run like black beauty.
in an “a-ha” moment today,
i realized something about all the things i “hated” about myself.
all of those things i thought were “wrong” with me…
Helped me bag the finest negros many would ever dream of
The fine-ass DL males were up in my butt cheeks like an enema
I’ve had boyfriends and husbands questioning their “straight-ness”
I bagged more than a few out gay pineapples
Wolves wanting to phone bone me after hours
The high voice comes out of the juiciest lips many want on their dicks
it made it very easy for males to sniff me out.
i was actually insecure about the things that helped me land “good dick”.
my lack of confidence did fuck up a lot of opportunities which i hate.
i’m more than a high voice and being soft.
I’m a whole package of dopeness.
Many can’t handle the heat.
there are males that do all the things “straight” and are gay af.
i think they have it harder at times.
they have more to prove to society and their families while i don’t.
so you may have a high voice or you’re more feminine than the others.
Own that shit.
those things make you a beacon for males who are lowkey.
the types you fantasize about.
if you don’t act messy,
have a quiet confidence,
and make sure your packaging is well put together then…
you aren’t meant to be like them.
you’re meant to be better.