Chapter 22 - AngleElla
The storm of political correctness has passed and so has my standing within the family as Itachi has surpassed. This was expected, to be honest.
In terms of Mastery, I have become Angle-ella and Anger-ella instead of the twirling princess I seemed to once represent with bites of pettiness making me wildly and jerkily unpredictable. Now I don't know.
Am I smooth or sticky? Hurt light or deeply? Cut sharp or bluntly? In control or just petty...
I have become the equivalent of a bitch and literal dog who lashes out at every minor thing, with no sense of tranquility, restlessness in the air, while I border on helplessness, as I
Swayed to the winds of circumstances
Flipped through the political minefield circus
Pretended to be an elegant bitch
But now that I lost the Title I CAN BE
FREE CAUSE I AIN"T THE HEIRESS
FREE CAUSE NO ONE NEEDS FROM ME
AS I BREAK AWAY FROM FAMILY
MY WINGS SHINE AND ARE NOW DUST FREE.
I didn't realize how much of a puppet-esque role I played trying to be the daughter who's just good at combat even with a father that hates me, Mikoto's standards were nothing to scoff at.
But now I can live to be a true mother's daughter.
Not cause of Force, but True Desire.
GODLY SIGNS POINTED ALIGNED.
AND FREED MY BEHIND FROM THE LIFE OF BEHIND.
Part 2 - Angel-Ella
NEXT FUGAKU AND HIS CROWD TRY TO TAKE AWY MY SPIRIT
THEY YOU GIRL AIN'T NO ITACHI, C'MON LET'S HEAR IT
FROM YOUR MOUTH THAT YOU'LL BE OBEDIENT
SO WE CAN HOLD YOUR SPIRIT IN A TIN TRASH CAN
FIRST OFF, FUCK YOU FOR TRYING TO TAKE MY SPIRIT
YOU CAN'T TAME ME BITCH, I WON"T FALL, YOU HEAR IT?!
FUCK YOUR GAMES, I KNOW I CAN'T WIN
FUCK YOUR LANE, I KNOW I CAN'T WIN
BUT THE GODS ME BACK FOR A MOTHERFUCKIN REASON
SO SUCK MY CLIT AND TIS THE FUCKING SEASON
ANGEL-ELLA IS HERE TO BLESS ALL YOUR SOULS
SO FUCK THE WORLD AND SPIT IT OUT, ALL ON YOUR FUCKING CORPSE