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. Its only until other females in society and in the family show you what jealousy looks like and then you know it exists. 

When I’ve spoken to bitches just to kill the time on an afternoon train ride, its rather bothersome to find out how fucked up and jealous they real are, especially if their white.

People try very hard to make me feel bad for who I am, what worked back then, doesn’t work now. Of course I know now its 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 obtuse looks expressed on your face, as you look at me.bitches be jealous

I won’t apologize for who I am, not now, not ever whether your my mother, sister or a stranger. A strong woman with a strong personality doesn’t indicate she is a threat on 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 recognize yours? Bitches Be Jealous.

I am reserved in nature, my love for the earth and animals is true, but being a push over is not, don’t confuse me with a Mexican woman who can’t speak up for herself, because the color of my skin.  I illuminate with confidence, which for that I do not to seek out admiration or compliments. In my moments of melt down, there is no shame in the times I have asked for help, it doesn’t define weakness or lack of intelligence.

All woman 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 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.