They call me Slay Queen.

A lot of people want to be my friend.
A lot of people love what I say.
And even plenty more love my fashion sense
and picture aesthetic.

Blue birds chirp in the background
when I walk.
Sometimes their chirps are out of tune
- I just filter all that out.
Everything is better with a filter.

An aerial shot of my hash
leaves them longing to tag along.
I’ve got the winners circle golden ticket.
To be eligible you must  be willing to
spend (someone’s) money every weekend
and look well off.

I take pictures of whatever I’m doing for my feed.
To be honest, some things I’ll do just so I can post  about it.

People like me don’t stand in queues
 - white lines are all we know.

Big brother’s reward.

Resources or lack there of?

How do I endorse my dream 

Without a dollar? Most of us are stuck in blue collar aiming for white collar.

Question is, at what cost?

I was told a salary is a bribe they give you to forget your dreams.

How true is this? It’s ironic that they call you big brother because you treat me like we’re not from the same mother.

Let nature take its course. Don’t forget we’re also animals and natural selection is applicable to us. “There are no rules in the jungle”. All along we thought we were deciphering the “animal kingdom.”

Mother Nature is so beautiful, even in her oblivion. Father Time keeps reminding me I have an expiry date and

My big brothers’ sole purpose is to bombard and use me.