Hashtag Jealous

Born and raised pleasers,

Society's finest geezers and teasers.

It's sick and annoying,

Don't y'all hate being strung up like that!?

Puppets on chains,

Shits for brains,

Can you ease my pain?

No, you can't.

That's risky business,

And expensive.

Parade floats,

Pasties,

Banana boats,

Fireworks,

Explosives.

You don't want me.

You don't need me.

You don't

See me.

Well, that's okay.

That's alright with me, honey.

Because you see,

I don't need you.

Yeah, that's right,

I don't need your sorry ass at all.

You don't wanna be MY DADDY?!

DON'T wanna be my mama?!!

Be damned before you call me, BROTHER!?

You never wanted another sistah?

Well, that's fine

That's just wine.

Because you see, I found, me, another papa.

He taught me how to ride.

He taught me how to fly.

I found myself a Mama.

She taught me how to laugh

And dance,

And shake what SHE gave me.

Big 'S'

Big 'H'

Big 'E'

And I've got soooooo many brothers and sisters!

Hashtag tribe.

Hashtag vibe.

Hashtag you dead.

You dread.

Locked in your coffin

Served over newspapers

With the Florida man's freshest kill.

Jealous?

Get in line, baby.

And oh! How they love me.

Especially me.

They dress me in poppies and sequins, Child.

They love to see my virgin plastic legs glide down State.

It's homecoming everytime I'm around.

Daily, weekly, monthly, yearly.

And I choose them,

And they choose me.

Jealous?

Save your tighty whities and Hallmark cards,

you witches and Martha boo-warts!

You blew it.

Right out your backside.

I'm happy, fool.

You the one sinking.

Smell that?

You the one stinking.

You slumming it now.

You tried to drown us

Because you didn't kill us.

Not on round one.

Not on round two.

Not on round three hundred.

Not on round 1991.

And my tribe.

I chose them and they chose me.

You don't have to understand.

You don't have to believe.

They believe in me.

I'm cat-walking on your grave now.

Every day.

You toss and you turn in your precious slumber.

Whilst I prance and dream and sing.

Jealous?

My family brings me flowers,

And they smell of love.

They celebrate me.

They pass me great grandma's

Precious recipes.

Gumbo and fat ass cake.

My lover is most grateful.

Jealous?

You know, I could bury myself

Right here next to you.

Equals, finally.

It would be so easy

To slide,

Right up under you.

No shovel required.

Jealous?

But I ain't come here to smell your feet.

I came to climb skyscrapers,

And pierce mountains,

And kiss babies,

And drink from fountains.

Imagine that.

Keep your forks.

We eat with our hands.

Bougie ass bitches.

Hashtag savage

Hashtag plumbing

Hashtag drumming.

Can you hear it?

That's the tribe.

It's a vibe.

You'll get use to it.

Or your ears will fall off.

And you'll never learn to fly.

Wanna be Dumbos.

And if you don't care?

Well, at least I got a family.

My family loves me.

Jealous?

At least I don't gotta prove shit.

At least I can get drunk every day.

At least my community accepts me.

At least I can select my tribe.

At least I can binge jump Euphoria.

At least I can wear what I want,

And be wherever I want to be.

At least I can stay out all night.

At least I don't have to go to that thing next week.

At least I can work wherever the fuck I want to.

At least I don’t have to be around toxic people.

At least I can eat cake.

At least I can partner with WHOMSOEVER I choose.

At least I can smoke weed.

At least I can listen to all types of music,

And dance.

At least I can fly.

At least I'm not jealous.

Notes from the Writer: The process of writing this was absolutely precious, and was done whilst listening to Busuku Benzolo on YouTube, for your pleasure and enjoyment.