The Anti-Basic-DC-B*tch Manifesto-festo

(This wasn't meant to be a poem but this is how the shit manifested inside of my brain. It's still a bit incomplete however, I felt like letting it go to the world. Me scared.)

This is so arrogant and condescending of me.
The feminist inside of me balks at this, I know I will regret this.
So anti-womanly, so destructive, so nitpicket-y.
But my soul is bothered and I need to express this.

Walking around the streets of DC.
The culture, the heritage, the history.
But what I see of current DC fucks with me.
Bothers me, destroys me, abuses me,
My senses reduced, my heart deduced
Into figuring out what I’m facing.
What the fuck is this shit?

I’m talking about the basic DC b*tch.
Clothes ill-fit, exaggerated switch.
I fail to see why these are the broads that I’m in competition with
For adoration, affection and wit.
I hate this, thinking that my attractiveness is past tense.
But these chicks get all the dick. Fuck this.
Tell me what they have and I don’t?
Tell me what they give you and I can’t?
Scatterbrained, naïve and without restraint.
Strong accents and matted-on face paint.
Urban Outfitters and Rave-wearing, every sentence swearing
Loud-talking, 6 inch wedges at street festivals-walking
Nicki Minaj-reciting, fight-inducing
Stomach-hanging, push-up-bra-showing
Immature, JoAnn-Fabrics-explosion-looking basic b*tches.

The technicolor toenails.
The dry weaves and mix-matching ponytails.
The live Zoobooks pants and the fake-ass bowlegged stance.
The gum-chewing, the fight-brewing.
The “Bitch, I’m the girl your man goes for a screwing”
The attitudes, the lies and the taunts.
The “look like a fake Southeast thug and I’ll give you want you want”
Every-Friday-night-at-Adams-Morgan-partying, H&M grabbing
Bend-over-ass-showing,weave-Miracle Gro-ing
DMV-rooted basic-ass motherfucking b*tches.

I realize that the types of guys that attract these flies don’t deserve me.
Don’t warrant my attention, don’t move me.
Beneath me, fail to agree with me.
Worth less than me. Frankly, fucking disgust me.
Why am I upset that these equally basic dudes fail to pay attention to me?
The hell would I want to be commodified and yelled at?
Grabbed at? Poked at? Laughed at?
Only looked at as a vessel for a penis.
A “you hit that too?” in agreement.

Grr.

I’m better than this.
I know what the problem is and choose to denigrate instead of resolve it.
These girls need guidance, these girls need care.
Someone who gives a fuck and is willing to share
That wisdom, that advice.
That “think twice”.

Is this coming from a place of hate? Maybe.
Is this coming from a place of concern? Absolutely.
So now I don’t regret this.
The condescension, the criticism, the openness.
I just had to get this off of my chest.