Girls Speak to a Breaking Point

This is a rap/poem about some girls that bullied me to a point where I was scared of going to school, let alone checking my phone or leaving my house. This is what I have always wanted to say to them.

Don’t just stand there

Keep on talkin’ like someone thinks them words matter

So fake they be mistaken for drunk actors

Drown people in your useless laughter

A spanish dagger killed a cracker

Don’t worry it wasn’t me. Ha…

God it’s a f***ing disaster.

You think someone's admiring you

I turned around. Where they at?

Maybe it’s deja vu.

Forgot who I’m looking at

Oh right, that overdue debut

But it’s probably something you’re used to

Be quiet, I’m trying to roast

I almost forgot that you’re a motherf***ing ghost

But give it a try, spit them rhymes, then choke

Nope you’re toast but you tried

I think we clarified that this is classified

You’re bullshit but I think that was implied

Throw a fit, you said it

Have a go at it

Guess what? I couldn’t give two s**ts.

Don’t make me put you in your place

I don’t need another repeat

Think twice before you make your mistakes

This isn’t finished, it’s incomplete

I am not discrete

I am not a dead heartbeat

I am the motherf***ing  girl down the street

Potentially, during my life expectancy,

You’ll be my enemy

You’re just adding jealousy to my list

Your disses give me a headache

Don’t get too pissed

I’m just trying to co-exist

But I insist, take a look at my blacklist

Just to make sure you’re on it

I don’t believe it...

Stop, just stop, you’re a goddamn hypocrite

Step up and take a throw

But I can’t promise you won’t get hit

People came here for a show

So, I’ll beat you right here and now

And then I’ll take a bow

You should prepare for what’s coming

Kneel and recite a prayer

I came out of nowhere

And you wish I was a dream

cuz I’m going to be your worst nightmare

Somewhere, anywhere, everywhere

So try to preach what’s unfair

Cuz it’s not like I really care.

Don’t make me put you in your place

I don’t need another repeat

Think twice before you make your mistakes

This isn’t finished, it’s incomplete

I am not discrete

I am not a dead heartbeat

I am the motherf***ing  girl down the street

Author's Note

This poem/rap is representing what I would say to my bullies if I were confident.