My skin would be pretty if my skin was Halle Berry light
I might get more attention if my teeth were straight and white
But f**k it! I’M ME
And that may be the difference between you and I.
And I may never understand why.
We spend money on clothes we don’t HAVE to buy.
And time on men choose to lie
When I think of me!
I think of the Queens.
The queens in my ancestry
I think of so many things.
I think of where I want to go
And what’s important to me
I think of the materialistic girl I once dreamt to be
I call her the “Sex in the City” me
How I wanted the Louis, the Gucci, Chanel, and Prada
The Christian Louboutin, Manolo, and the Balenciaga
I think of how I spent every dime of every check
Buying fly shit to impress these ni**as
When honestly these True Religion jeans to nothing to complement my figure
And when I took a step back
My friends question “why”
Is it the guys or the lies?
And I say, “ Naw it’s all of the above.”
Like giving all these fake ass hugs, when there really is no love
Strapping up my heels every other night to see the same phony faces in the club
And faking like I’m not sick to my stomach as folks light up a dub
Doing this bullshyt and never stopping to think
And honestly I am so sick of spending money on alcohol that I can’t stand to drink
And to him I will never be that girl
Because I love to wear my hair natural
No relaxer or Portuguese girl curl
And I refuse to walk with a twist
Or pretend to be nice and “talk like this”
And it’s just plain stupid to carry your purse anywhere other than your shoulder and wrist
Imma rock heels when I want to
And I’m going to expect you to answer when I call you
I demand your respect
And nothing less
I’m not a dog, and I won’t be there for your every beck and call.
But I can be a bitch
But if you call me one, it’ll be one of your life’s biggest risk
I’m educated and I may show it at times
But I understand you’re a man and “I’ll stay in line”
I’m strong, but I won’t emasculate you.
But I’ll bring home the bacon if you need me to.
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