🚨🚨 BRITNEY POSTS REVENGE POEM; She's ready to ****** and be a stinging B‼️

[hazel24magic]

New website. Now this. 

[Martian_M00d]

It's actually will.i.am.s rapping part in a new collab song 

[waynebradybyday]

I asked ChatGPT to flesh out and rearrange the text while still keeping the essence. Pretty dope!

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"Caught mid-act, did the little thieves manage to trick you, serving distractions like skittles? No walk in the park, they say, echoing my words, their actions causing pain. Jesus, why did they take my feet? In motion, I was most alive. Now I feel demoralized, stripped bare, with only my face to emphasize, they were after my mind.

All they wanted was to see my face, each at their own pace, while I yearned for my car, to escape from this place. Not once did I shed a tear, even when I worked ten hours a day. I was a slave for four months, with no days off and no room for play. I lived without a door, with prying eyes watching my every move, even as I showered.

Yet amidst this bleakness, I found solace in the vibrant hues of the flowers I received each week from a local grocery store. A reminder of my youthful spirit, maybe hinting at more. But is this even legal? I wondered, feeling like a punchline in some cruel joke.

My family, though aware, felt powerless, their spirits sinking lower with each passing day. 'Behave, sit down, we are here to save you,' they said. But what was I being saved from? As I teetered on the edge of reason, I felt the raw pulse of life. Insanity has a way of revealing the most authentic selves, as most hearts break and most eyes shed tears. I should have died, I won't deny that. But I survived - a surprising triumph of my spirit.

Looking down at my feet, I felt the urge to run. I experienced an out-of-body sensation, a desperate attempt to escape the pain. It felt like an elevation, touching the ceiling, not a haunting but a spiritual ascension. Amidst the agony, I looked up and saw God. He knew, and so did I. 

'What is normal?' I questioned, the broken shards of my face reflected in my right hand. If I could turn back time, I'd reclaim my lost power. I'd strike back, reminding them of my roots. Would their smiles be as easy then?

I've always been too kind, too generous. But would I hesitate to kill to protect myself? No. Would their smiles still grace their faces if they knew? I doubt it. I've learned my lessons. Humility is my new armor. I'm the bumblebee, with a sting ready for those who cross my path.

Rising higher, the ring of my lighter is lit. I'm prepared to fight, equipped only with my spit. It may seem insignificant, but sometimes, the smallest things hold the most power. So I ask you, would you rather spit or swallow, become hollow or follow the path of righteousness?" 

I hope this does justice to the essence and the intensity of the original text.

Edited July 28, 2023 by waynebradybyday

[Barmy86]

Okay I'm bowing down!!!! She's back !!! I'm ready sounds like original doll material!

[limecakes]

This is kind of amazing. Reminds me of her poems she used to post on her website. Same style. She writes really cool things sometimes

[Charrrmed89]

I don't know what this is but....

SHE'S COMING BACK WITH A VENGEANCE! 

[dran]

Maybe it's an exert of the intro of her book? 

 

I was frothing at the mouth when I was reading this

[KatieKat]

Now those are lyrics worthy of the legendary Britney Spears.

Love to see her pouring her pain and anger into her art 

Edited July 28, 2023 by KatieKat

[icybaby]

I am curious about that project. Is this from her book. And that she means yyy that jl does

Edited July 28, 2023 by icybaby

[freeoverprotected]

so now i get why Will.I.Flop dont want to use this AMAZING new ideas for music. He's so basic. 

A song a la Alanis-Olivia rocky vibe with this kind of lyrics will be AMAZING. 

[Jup1ter]

This is so unfiltered

After 15 years we are getting Britney's true raw artistry back

14 minutes ago, limecakes said:

This is kind of amazing. Reminds me of her poems she used to post on her website. Same style. She writes really cool things sometimes

yessss

[TenTen]

Hmm, so you can write this, but you're fine with the release of the Manjobi-lyriced song, huh Brit? 

[Lola2790]

13 minutes ago, TenTen said:

Hmm, so you can write this, but you're fine with the release of the Manjobi-lyriced song, huh Brit? 

Versatility 

[Wendy Williams]

Spoiler

I asked ai for interpretation:

This poem appears to express the experiences and emotions of the speaker, who has endured hardship, pain, and mistreatment. The opening lines suggest that the speaker feels victimized by thieves who have caused them physical and emotional pain. The repetition of "The pain no walk, we say when you talk" emphasizes the intensity of this pain.

The next stanza reflects feelings of confusion and a desire for attention and escape. The speaker questions the legality of their situation and longs for freedom and a better life. They highlight their resilience, mentioning their hard work and lack of tears. The mention of receiving flowers suggests a small source of joy amidst the difficult circumstances.

An underlying theme of powerlessness and vulnerability is present, as the speaker mentions being watched while bathing and the involvement of their family. The repetitive mention of "so low" suggests a sense of despair. The speaker questions why they need saving and conveys a sense of being on the edge of sanity.

The following stanza portrays a sense of defiance and survival, with the speaker expressing surprise at their own resilience. They describe feeling out of their body, experiencing pain, and looking to a higher power for guidance. The repetition of questioning what is normal suggests a struggle with understanding their own reality.

The poem takes a darker turn as the speaker expresses a desire for revenge, specifically towards those who caused harm to their face and right hand. They contemplate taking a stand and potentially resorting to violence. The following lines express a sense of deception, with the speaker questioning where they come from and the illusion of money and fame.

The poem concludes with a mix of determination and self-reflection. The speaker acknowledges their ability to make the right choices and hints at potential confrontation or retaliation, symbolized by the idea of "stinging" like a wasp. The final lines suggest a plea for recognition and validation.

Overall, this poem explores themes of pain, resilience, vulnerability, and a search for identity and justice in the face of adversity.

 

[s&m]

why do tou guys keep on asking for a ballad? leave that to Adele ew

[Kiss my]

What’s happening

Is she going to kill someone?

Is this Manjobi promo?

[Woof]

Pretty sure she’s writing an album. Almost positive she’s coming out with a song totally written by her. Here’s hoping! 

[Cazstacey]

1 hour ago, waynebradybyday said:

I asked ChatGPT to flesh out and rearrange the text while still keeping the essence. Pretty dope!

========

"Caught mid-act, did the little thieves manage to trick you, serving distractions like skittles? No walk in the park, they say, echoing my words, their actions causing pain. Jesus, why did they take my feet? In motion, I was most alive. Now I feel demoralized, stripped bare, with only my face to emphasize, they were after my mind.

All they wanted was to see my face, each at their own pace, while I yearned for my car, to escape from this place. Not once did I shed a tear, even when I worked ten hours a day. I was a slave for four months, with no days off and no room for play. I lived without a door, with prying eyes watching my every move, even as I showered.

Yet amidst this bleakness, I found solace in the vibrant hues of the flowers I received each week from a local grocery store. A reminder of my youthful spirit, maybe hinting at more. But is this even legal? I wondered, feeling like a punchline in some cruel joke.

My family, though aware, felt powerless, their spirits sinking lower with each passing day. 'Behave, sit down, we are here to save you,' they said. But what was I being saved from? As I teetered on the edge of reason, I felt the raw pulse of life. Insanity has a way of revealing the most authentic selves, as most hearts break and most eyes shed tears. I should have died, I won't deny that. But I survived - a surprising triumph of my spirit.

Looking down at my feet, I felt the urge to run. I experienced an out-of-body sensation, a desperate attempt to escape the pain. It felt like an elevation, touching the ceiling, not a haunting but a spiritual ascension. Amidst the agony, I looked up and saw God. He knew, and so did I. 

'What is normal?' I questioned, the broken shards of my face reflected in my right hand. If I could turn back time, I'd reclaim my lost power. I'd strike back, reminding them of my roots. Would their smiles be as easy then?

I've always been too kind, too generous. But would I hesitate to kill to protect myself? No. Would their smiles still grace their faces if they knew? I doubt it. I've learned my lessons. Humility is my new armor. I'm the bumblebee, with a sting ready for those who cross my path.

Rising higher, the ring of my lighter is lit. I'm prepared to fight, equipped only with my spit. It may seem insignificant, but sometimes, the smallest things hold the most power. So I ask you, would you rather spit or swallow, become hollow or follow the path of righteousness?" 

I hope this does justice to the essence and the intensity of the original text.

Love this

[Yasux34]

Rebellion who?!?!?!

[Markoct]

Rap parts for for a Manjobe remix??