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Being Unapologetic

The time was off? I was drunk? I was provoked? No, I was living it and I’m unapologetic.

I loved you. You mocked my feelings. I moved on. Wait! if I loved you how can I move on so easily? But I did. I’m unapologetic.

I was having a bad day. You were annoying, I didn’t mean it? I’m unapologetic.

I couldn’t help you because I couldn’t help myself. I should’ve been there but I wasn’t. I’m unapologetic.

I had a bad childhood. My experiences in life have never tasted sweet. Why don’t I keep crying over it? I’m over it. I’m unapologetic.

Why didn’t I tell anyone? I’m running my race, living my part and I didn’t find anyone worthy enough. I’m unapologetic.

I pretend to be busy. I love being portrayed as a workaholic. I’m ignoring your messages and phone calls? I’m unapologetic.

I believe in women having curves, walking so mean, smokey-eyed. Society didn’t approve. I’m unapologetic.

I stand with the truth so even if my beloved is wrong at some point, baby, I’m unapologetic.

If I do something which you consider “shameful”, it’s okay I ain’t hiding the truth, I don’t like mask, I’m unapologetic.

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