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Friendshit

paulinemassimo

I don't want to be your friend anymore

You only call me to hear your own voice



I gave you grace

I gave you time

I let you be

Until I seen

Who you really are



Now

I got you no time

to hear your excuses

I rather heal my bruises



Then finally you came asking me

                            what is going on?

Sorry, I just told ya

Para que te voy a repetir

Lo que ya te dije tantas veces

                           No empieces



You have no problem being friends

                        with abusers friends

Even questioning a survivor

            when is about your (friends)

Inserting yourself into others' stories to gain views

Stalking on my stories and sharing them with your crew



You don't care about friendship

You only want to talk about shit

When we struggle, you want to party

When we win, you are the martyr



No one will make a cake for you again

Or celebrate you again

You see, is very easy to make fake friends

But it is even easier to lose what we gain



We saw what's behind your front

There are no morals or foundation

A wall of reflection

so you don't have to confront



Pretend to be anything that it's a trend in the niche

Being diverse,

                          being an activist

But only acknowledge what the star did

Then gave her your back, so bizarre isn't it?



You taught me what not to be

Filling your mouth with shit

Excuse me, now I eat meat

But you, a few months later, are just like me



Come to say a bunch of shit

then block me

                           before I respond to anything

Are you afraid of this confrontational bitch?

You know you can't win

Go sit and cry about it



Pauline Massimo, 2014

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