My Private Parts Are None of Your Business, Even if You Say that You Make It Your Business!👺

Does your man know that you are about to go to China to be his bride and you are bald headed?

What will your man say then?

I walked back and forth.

It was January 2nd, 2021 for all that it is worth.

You are too damn nosy for your own good.

In fact, I find it even perverted that your eyes traveled down South instead of your eyes and head remaining North.

Word is bon!

Next thing I know is that you said that it looked like I didn’t have any panties on!

I let you know that I did.

Then, I stopped and paused, then backed myself up like I needed to skid.

Just looking at you told me that this was not enough.

So, I partially lifted up my Christmas printed gown to show you that I was up to snuff.

Then, I told you that it was none of your business.

Next, you said that you make it your business.

First of all, your beady little eyes longer way too long.

Shall I sing you a song?

Then, I began to think of something.

What I was thinking about, I decided not to say.

Furthermore, I continued to think anyway.

Here you are a female.

Chigga.

My thoughts even went a little further.

What you said really bothered me, because you are a female.

My kinfolk. And, not a nigga.

I refuse to continue thinking about this again and again.

My private parts are none of your business, even if you say that you make it your business!

Does your man know that you are about to go to China to be his bride and you are bald headed?

What will your man say then?

Bald headed ass hen.

Is there anything else that you would like to add?

Well then.