My tattoos don't define me...they represent someone I used to be.
People look at me differently...because I have yet to earn my college degree.
I have goals, dreams and aspirations just like the next woman.
Don't look at me side-eyed because I'm not married but have 2 children.
Looks can be deceving, so don't let my look fool you.
Cause I could be the woman that lacks education but will school you.
Trying to get me to give you some head before you know what's in my head.
This sucker on my chest has suck-ers mislead.
Want to take me on a date, ask me to stay, I say no, you show me the door.
I call these dudes black Britney Spears, sounding like broads, begging me like...gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme me more!!
You think this black widow is going to sit back and settle for what you bring to the table?
Drug dealers and flings, men with wedding rings, one was even disabled!
Understand that there's more to me than a pretty face, big breast and a phatty and just because I grew up without a male in my life don't assume I'm looking for a daddy.
One thing I want people to understand is just because I like looking at men, doesn't mean I'm looking for a man.
I'm waiting on my fairytale beginning, when the love is so good he'll have my head spinning.
Can that happen in MD, VA or DC? I think it may be to late for me.
Maybe I'm too much of a challenge for the challenge.
Brothers thinking I'm just too much or they just want to fcuk cause my life is full of baggage.
Even if I wanted to give my cookies away, half of these dudes got women, on the downlow or have AIDS.
Maybe one day there will be a way for women like me
To not be treated badly
But until that day..I'm going to continue to do ME!
Release therapy,
Truth
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