Sing And Be Free

Hello there,

I am now high enough to write this tale.

The day was Tuesday, April 12, 2022…

12pm

I went to the psychiatrist for an appointment and guess what he did?

He saw me.

I’m so serious…he saw me and I want to fucking cry.

I don’t want to be ignored, I don’t want to fall into the background of life and be another boring human like Romonica

I wanna be free to sing the business of mine and sing it gloriously…

I perused the internet…who does it like me?

as janky as this free blog space is on Medium…its on medium and people come through here daily.

who the fuck travels to beacon hill for anything besides grade F weed?

Piggy Ayers…that’s who.

She really thought she had a come up kicking it with me…no bitch…you were my come up.

I had a fat friend from India coming to my social gatherings…proof that I am the multi cultural queen of relatable proportions

I was invited to a Korean American Wedding…clout

I went to a 98.9 percent full on white ass wedding…clout…

I have several corporate friends in my phone and contact list…

and all you could do was brag that yo man has 12 black children by black women before he put a ring on your fat ass finger…I just know your philanthropic ass is takin care of all of them…you down right?

I’m talking to you Rachna Reninguntala the alcoholic and cokehead…you.

Love,

Queen 3