To the Pressure from Peers, write:

This is it Peers, enough already!

Call this an open letter, ok not that, I resent cliches, and such letters are now synonymous with our political racism. About your now nauseating pressure and why this? I'll tell you! Just call this a final resolve, like the Carmel-back straw-breaker decide, yeah something like that, if it helps. Now my tirade! Helping you with choice words again, see? That's the problem, the help. Been helping you plant your WEIGHT on my principles. You walk in with all that air of "I don be" and I'm suppose to cringe because you think I'm "a wonna be?"

Rewind to few years back, you were Beyonce's 'cover', then somehow 'twas just trendier being Rihana, later Shakira nailed it and contemporarily? You're shadowing Kim, exertingly trying to Keep up with the Kardashains. 

And I'm still the wonna be? 

No dear, I'm probably the only constant figure in your "wonna-be-all-the-stars" world. When Beyonce was the hit, I was 'the annoying church girl'. Rihana's embers grew cold, I still was. Shakira came twisting, and there I was, still getting your "ewww, she's so churchy" looks (woreva that meant) and on and etc and etc and now you're STRUGGLING to fit into the 'acceptable Kardashian standards', HIGHLIGHTING every contourable muscle in your body with dem elastic clothes, and abusing your RIGHT TO BREATHE FREELY, and here I be still being the "dogmatic church girl."

Yes, I am the church girl I've decided defines who I am, been that all these years while you've managed to run round the circle several turns over, trying to be every new star on the block and I'm still supposed to do what? Feel intimidated around you?! Watch my language so I'ud fit into your Kim approved fantasy?!

Enough of this intimidating intentions, dear!

I'm the one with the peace only Jesus can give, I have hope of eternal Life! I am a CHILD OF GOD, which matters to God and you pressure me? Make me wonna duck so you don't seize me up and tell me my dress is UNFASHIONABLE cos the neck line aint drooping halfway my bossom? You've lost this one peers, you have.

Here's the deal, I withdraw my naive, nervous niceness, sequel to avoiding your tongue lash or berating, BRING IT ON! Let the world see the emptiness you really feel inside. 

Henceforth, I flag my believer's banner and REFUSE to cower at your boisterious gists or lewd jokes, we'ud gist Jesus and the wonders of His love and if anyone gets uncomfortable, please update yourself on the latest move in the Spirit.

I'll stake my claims for what I believe and hold true, I'll lend my voice to my kind cowering at your onslaught.

My FATE has found a resting place, my dependence on God is all I have.
Peers and pressure WE'RE DONE HERE!