I never did understand the emotion of jealousy growing up and yet I’m sure without a doubt I have experienced it without recognizing it. Bitches Be Jealous of what they lack. It’s only until other females in society and in the family show you what jealousy looks like then you know it exists.
When I’ve spoken to bitches just to kill time on an afternoon train ride, it’s rather bothersome to find out how fucked up and jealous they really are, especially if they’re white. White women are the biggest CUNTS, they have a larger ratio of low self-esteem which is usually a cry for starvation. If they feel the need to attack out of the blue, it’s because they suffer from low self-esteem!
People try hard to make me feel bad for who I am, I don’t, what worked back then, doesn’t work now. Of course, I know now it’s all manipulation in reference to how they really feel about themselves. Just because a 50-year-old white female has low self-esteem, doesn’t mean I should have to digest you sizing me up with your eyes and the obtuse looks expressed on your face, as you look at me. Don’t project your shit on me! 
I won’t apologize for who I am, not now, not ever, whether you’re my mother, sister, or a stranger. A strong woman with a strong personality doesn’t indicate she is a threat to the entire female race, I do have feelings. Don’t expect me to compromise who I am or lower myself because you don’t know who you are. At moments in my life, I have been weak, and later pushed myself to rise in being fearless.
The only implication my strength suggests is I have succeeded in coping with my fears. Isn’t it time you start recognizing yours? Bitches Be Jealous.
I am reserved in nature, and my love for the earth and animals is true, but being a pushover is not, don’t confuse me with a Mexican woman who can’t speak up for herself, because of the color of my skin. I illuminate with confidence, and for that, I do not seek out admiration or compliments. In my moments of meltdown, there is no shame in the times I have asked for help, it doesn’t define weakness or lack of intelligence.
All women are beautiful and unique my reason for living isn’t to compete. If you wish to run side by side in a marathon to see who is a faster runner, let’s go. My beauty standards are not lower or higher than anyone else, because where I have the strength you could measure the same or lack in. Where you have beauty I could have flaws. What difference does it make? We are both here and have something to offer the world. Wasting my time with frivolous competition is a waste of my time.
To have friends with such beauty is a blessing, I only hope their beauty illuminates from the inside out, not the outside in. Affluent friends are nice on the side, but may not possess loyalty. Loyalty to me is as important as a politician trying to win votes. But I won’t beg you for your vote. So put your jealousy in a box and throw it away. I have no time for it and it has no room for sisterhood. Sisterhood should be our bond, not jealousy.