Me Time.

Time to do me. Fuck all else. Keep my birthed babies close and fuck it all. Do me. Be a doctor. Stay focused. Create. Dream big. Show off. Skills. Teach others. Fuck it all. All the haters can hate. I am still doing me. Single mom in a married household. Bring in that green so I can do me. Pay off my shit quick. So I can do me. Purge the bad. And unholy. Focus. Be a bitch. Be strong. But still a bitch. Keep that mental health in check. Do me. Fuck everything else. Take time for me. Keep those babies close. And the enemies can go fuck themselves.

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