So What?

AfroPunk Liberation Session
Copious amounts of booze et. al.
Me and a semi-charged Treo.

Say it with me now: lots of stupid phone calls.
I probably looked like a raging idiot to some folks.

I won't blame it on the booze or anything else.
If the underlying feelings didn't exist, those calls wouldn't have happened.

Was embarassed for a minute.
Was upset for a spell.

But you know what?
So what?

I ain't ashamed.
I ain't sorry.

So fucking what.
I'm human.
I have feelings.
I make errors in judgment.
It's ok.
I'm grown enough to own my mistakes.
I've been through enough to take this L and keep it moving.

The stride is STILL wicked.
The head is STILL held high.
The people that love me STILL do.
The people that hate me are STILL invited to kiss my ass... take a number... get on line, but I warn you, it's a long line motherfuckers.

To the true and golden souls: I adore y'all
To the bullshit and heartless: Fuck all y'all.

I'm still that bitch.
Yup.

- Outtie, laughing 'cause this is real life....