I've come to realize that 9 out of 10 men aren't worth shit anymore.
a super model, perfect body, face, long straight hair,light skin,black Barbie is her name. nothing but eye candy for the world to see. and what about me? nice girls always finish last.
sweet caring smart, good morals, independent and helpful. see the difference? i am the one in the corner at a part or on the dance floor alone. not picky at all. searches with her hat not the eyes. beautiful inside, average outside.
money, cars, material things mean nothing. low manintance, high expectations of herself and feels like nothing when failure rears it ugly head.
not loud not "hood", hell some may say not "black" enough. young but still trying to grow up and learn at the same time. she knows what she wants in life through all the obstacles that are coming towards her. shes a diamond in the ruff, a special unique woman. many want to be her deep inside but wouldn't dare admit it. shes one of a kind, so rare only 10% of the population shares her name.
most men cant stand her. shes never good enough. somethings missing they say, shes annoying, i cant stand her, shes not like all my other friends, physically shes not the one, or shes just a friend.
it takes a real man to recognize her. she shines above the rest. some go towards the light but run from it, too bright for them. most who come in contact with her wont realize her worth until its too late. some never see it at all......
holds her head up and prays for the best and whats to come. nothing stops her only slows her down for a little bit.
i am the Renaissance woman.
