I’m looking down on you, judging you small tiny specks of dust disguised as men. I know you.

I know how you are, how you like to act like a man in the “real world” by way of working a corporate job and having a family.

BUT.. behind closed doors you’re weak for powerful black women like me. You give me all your dignity, power over you. I take your money, use your face for whatever I want , and leave you high and dry until I’m ready to put you to use again. That’s your life purpose. To be