Best Bitches Poems
FAT BITCHES DIVINE
What is so exciting about life is that we only live once, and that once is a lifetime.
Therefore, we must fulfill and enjoy our time here–on earth.
Dance for the hell of it…
Never condoning a flicker of insanity.
Let your hair down and wipe all of the frowns to a clown face.
Wouldn’t you rather become a ventriloquist instead?
Shout to the stars and tell them who you are.
Once is only a lifetime to enjoy.
Living the hell out of life.
Taking what is ours and not looking back.
Singing our hearts bound because we are here to inspire.
Warning ourselves that we must not deny life.
Eating what we want.
Watching our weight, of course.
Body is our focus.
We want meat on our bones.
We have only once in a lifetime to explore.
We are the Fat Bitches.
Body delicious and pleasing the women.
Brained as geniuses as life itself with meaningfulness.
Masterminds of sexuality and high preference to the quality of our togetherness.
We mate well.
Therefore, we love who we are with.
Heaven bound now.
Profound mavens standing their ground.
We can do that and never back down.
We love our women unsound.
This give us power in the world as connoisseurs.
Laugh if you wanna, but we are the ones that will not be destroyed.
Fat Bitches will move-on and all these skinny men and skinny women life will be bygone.
This is when skinny better Slim Jim as brothers and Virginia Slim as sisters.
Otherwise, divinity belongs to the Fat Bitches.
I see you, girl, with your lovely face
Your painted lips, and your fiery grace
Scorching the earth with the steps you trace
Oh how we shine, how we shine
I see you girl, with your heart undressed
By pain of joy and sorrow blessed
All glory, and all sin confessed
Oh how we love, how we love
I see you girl, with the tear in your eye
Falling like sun in the rain from the sky
I see you girl, I hear your cry
Oh how we weep, how we weep
I see you girl, we are beautiful bitches
Mischievous muses, and angelic witches
And ours is the earth and all its riches
Oh how we burn, how we burn
© Gail Foster 2016
Why is that when you look at me,
you see my skin,
why is it that every time I look at the tv,
its the same bland people.
What ever happened
to a variety?
Hasn't anyone
seen a basket of fruit?
How do I live in a society
that isn't even designed or
made for me.
Leftovers are the most familiar
because my kind are typical rejects.
What to do? What would you do?
You see coffee, plain and no sugar
is boring that's why its a sucker for additives.
And what does the plain coffee do,
pretend it never some sweetener or sugar
because its ashamed. Ashamed of its bitter blackness.
There’re many bow-down bitches that talk a mean game.
Sending their sons to war, they just can’t bare that pain.
They’d rather see people of color dying on the front lines.
While theirs fly the drones, and follow from behind.
Just look at the numbers, ‘cause the numbers don’t lie.
How many black people are CIA or FBI?
We’ll never know the numbers, because it wouldn’t make sense.
That total number is likely less than five percent.
Down in the foxhole is actually what makes men.
They sing the National Anthem like it belongs to them.
Without the help of slaves the Civil War couldn’t be won.
These United State of America, there wouldn’t be none.
The Jim Crow types would shut everything down.
The law of the land is what happened to Michael Brown.
Bow-Down Bitches thrive when they have numbers.
Aiming for the back of unarmed brothers.
16% of black students get suspended 43% of the time.
From the cradle to the jail surely comes to mind.
The bow-down bitches have a genuine fear.
Because long after they’re gone we’ll still be here.
They may not see it, but God has a plan.
He’ll make known to them, who was original man.
And, just before they try to go too far.
They’ll bow down to us as the Gods we are.
THey make you think they're your friends
They hang out with you
Tell you everything
You tell them everything
But once you say or write something
They go to conclusions
Thinking you love him
But you only like him as a friend
They try to embarrass you
They try to make you guys closer
But they just hurt you
Hurt you so much
You're more hurt than mad
Now knowing you can't trust them
Otherwise they will do the same thing
But next time it will be twenty times worse
Twenty times sneakier
And twenty times the pain