Posted in Freaky Friday
“I am not trying to give an image of a fairytale,
perfect, everything else,
I am just being myself”
Rebecca Loos
Bitch Perfect
Call me the perfect bitch
Or just the worst one you can find
I may be a broom-less witch
But still the best of my kind
You may find me..
Taking flight
In the darkest of night
Or just taking a bus
In the early morning rush
You may see me…
Dancing naked in the pouring rain
Celebrating life to the fullest
Or just having a beer in a dive bar stained
Being one of the people dullest
You may catch me…
Casting the mightiest of spells
Cursing and not giving a damn
Or just talking to my mom on the cell
Just because, I can
Now you may see me…
In a new aspect
As a bitch perfect
Because that is who I am
Just because, I can
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
This is funny . Great poem .
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Men might use the term to denigrate and insult me but I proclaim B.I.T.C.H. as my own as it reads Being In Total Control of Herself……..
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Trudat!
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Yes, you can 🙂
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😉
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This is one of your best. Love it.
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Reblogged this on HarsH ReaLiTy and commented:
Now THAT is poetry! You got attitude, rhyme, personality, and a message! I liked it. -OM
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Love your work.
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Thank you 🙂
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