A Woman Like Me

Who on planet Earth can understand a woman

Like me?

You wouldn’t understand these hips,

These curves,

All you see is a toy to chew on,

To tear and rip as you please,

And think I can only beg at your knees.

You don’t know me, fool.

All you know is every woman’s shape,

The batting of her eyelashes,

The pink of her lips,

But that ain’t me.

You wanna deal with a real woman?

Then follow my lead.

I don’t beg like your puppy,

I don’t drool like you when you’re sleeping,

Naw, that just ain’t me.

I work too damn hard for you to be the farmer,

And for me to be your sheep.

Sorry, my pride ain’t for sale

And my lovin’ is not that cheap.

Just realize,

You gotta put in work for a woman like me.

 

I hope you didn’t think that this was

An ode to my love for just you.

Naw, that ain’t it.

How about a endearing message of how I am your slave,

Nope, that’s not it either.

With that mentality, my brother,

Go ‘head and dig your own grave.

I’m not a woman to play with,

I’m definitely not G.I. Joe,

More like G.I. Jane

Because I’m the only woman who stays in her own box,

And in her own lane.

Oh, and if you noticed my beautiful color,

Black and gorgeous, right?

Mess with my emotions,

Mess with my young,

Be prepared to fight

and to lose.

Oh, so now you realize it’s hard being my shoes.

So while you crack jokes

And try so desperately to find out about me,

Just remember,

You could never,

Ever,

Even in your lifetime,

Try to find a woman even similar,

Or even better

Than me.

 

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