Queens v/s Bitches

            You didn't get the memo? Yes there is a difference! Just to name a few examples: Queens go to church; bitches go to clubs. I have been to a club before  a few times, but I didn't get lost in the lifestyle. Queens work for money; bitches sex for money. I don't hold my hand out to no man. I expect my man to know his position and provide, but I'm not sitting around waiting on him either. I think it it takes two to provide for a household nowadays. God said "you have to work if you want to eat". Queens cook; bitches don't know how, they want to eat out ALL the time. Yes, I like eating out, but I KNOW how to cook. I would be ashamed to tell a man that I didn't know how to cook. My husband prefer I cook, but I work too, and sometimes we are going to have some Papa John's or KFC moments. Queens stay at home; bitches run the streets. I have children and I can't help them with homework if I'm out kickin' it all the time. I can't spend family time in the streets. Kids shouldn't have to raise themselves. You shouldn't let a child go until they reach 18 years old. They didn't ask to be here. Queens dance; bitches twerk. I explained this in a previous blog. Queens show love; bitches intentionally hurt you. Queens respect the relationship, exemplify faithfulness, and loyalty. Bitches date more than one man, and they disrespect men in private and public. Queens don't need four or five cuss words a sentence. Queens are classy; bitches are ratchet; bottom line.
           Here in recent years; I've noticed bitches are getting the wifey status way too soon. I have to wonder if men really know the difference. Then again, if his mom's a bitch, then how should he know the difference? Now that's the million dollar question.



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