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Bad Bitches Don't Cry

Writer's picture: Celia KingCelia King

You didn’t tell us

you were

seeing someone new,

but standing next to mom

is the only place that I

have ever seen you.


Things are

different now

and that’s just part of life,

yes, I am a little sad

but after all,

it is a Friday night


I put some

nice clothes on

and some more makeup too

off to the bar,

So I can pretend

that inside I’m not feeling blue

I’m good at this,

I think,

as I fake a wide smile

but deep down I know, I cope

the very best,

by living in denial


when tears threaten

to escape my

glistening eyes

I run to the bathroom

stare into the mirror

and shout “Bad bitches don’t cry!!”


Then I wipe my face

and head back out

handling my pain with ease

I can’t let it show

I am not sad

I have too many people to please!


Now looking back

I wish I could smack

myself right upside the head

because feelings exist

they’ll always persist

and without them I would be dead


I was just plain wrong

I have been all along

to the old me I say goodbye

it’s okay to bawl,

because after all,

God damnit, BAD BITCHES DO CRY!!!

 
 
 

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