What Makes You Unique? (In Southern Vernacular)

What makes you unique?

Cuz yo eyebrows on fleek?

Yo face is always beat?

Yo press can stand the heat?

What makes you unique?

I’m eager to know.

Is it the way yo skin glow?

Is it how yo hair grow?

Is it yo gorgeous afro?

That don’t lose shape when the wind blow?

What makes you unique?

Might I ask you again?

I’m trying to get answers.

Not beauty tips, my friend.

Could your walk be so superior?

It intimidates your peers?

Could your talent be so rare?

Some friends won’t even cheer?

Could your hustle be so genius?

It’s hard to replicate?

Could your marriage be so perfect?

People start to hate?

What about your attitude, poise, and individuality?

Your purpose, your position, and your personality?

How you alienate yourself,

But stay in touch with reality.

How you nurture your spirit,

And face every casualty.

So if you haven’t yet discovered,

What makes you unique,

Pull back your cosmetic cover,

And then you will see.

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Queen Status

As I adjust my crown and look around,

I see things that used to get me down.

It took me some time getting here,

But the peace I’ve gained is ever so clear.

I’ve done some things I’m not proud of.

I’ve said things I can’t take back.

And though I’ve sincerely apologized,

People still cut me no slack.

But everything happens for a reason.

Every friendship has its season.

Life ain’t about what people think of you.

It’s about what you believe in.

So carry on with your life,

And gently leave your mark.

Submit to a higher power,

And silence your bark.

Humble people are not heard,

Yet the first to be noticed.

Your walk will shame the

loudest, baddest, and the boldest.

If you really are a queen,

Stop entertaining everything.

Pick up your crown,

And go find your king.

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The Breakup

He looked me dead in my eyes and lied.
If I was still that chick, I would’ve cried.

But since I couldn’t care less, I let it ride.

Whatever I present, he will surely deny.

So I let him keep telling his story.

He must’ve said a million times he was sorry.

I didn’t budge or blink but couldn’t help but think,

Did he rehearse this mess? Cuz this story is weak!

Suddenly, an Uber pulls up and he seems a bit puzzled.

He recognized the car, so he knew he was in trouble.

Once he finally shut up, I told him to get up, grab his things, and hit the door because I’d had enough.

She called him by his nickname and greeted him with a kiss.

It was his wife who had pulled up, so he felt totally amiss.

With trepidation, he took a seat, and the car pulled off.

The ride was quiet, and she was speeding above the law.

He felt scared, confused, and overcome by fear.

He started twiddling his fingers and pulling his ear.

He had no clue where headed to, but the road started to thin.

He didn’t want to argue because he knew he couldn’t win.

Suddenly, the car stopped in the middle of the road.

She slowly turned and looked at the useless, empty soul.

She pulled out divorce papers and asked him to sign.

Out of shame, he concurred without reading between the lines.

Then she got out of the car and told him he could have it.

She took everything but the car and he signed – silly rabbit.

She yelled, “Don’t remove the Uber sticker because you’re going to need it.”

“Your credit cards are maxed, and your accounts are depleted.”

She danced down the road like Dorothy on Wizard of Oz.

Never play with anyone’s heart unless you’re up for an ugly surprise. 😊😁🤣

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