I’ve never been afraid to speak up. I open my big mouth and let out the good, the bad, the ugly and the trash loose.
Growing up my parents believed in hearing us out, so I never felt intimidated.
The rule was simple; if you crossed the line, definitely you were gonna receive some serious ass whooping.
Yes growing, I learnt speaking up meant, knowing when to shut my trap, when to open it and most importantly how to open it.
But today, I crossed the line big time, did it in grand style.
I need to be flogged. Obviously I haven’t learnt that well...
P.S I’m sorry boo.