Take a close look at me
What you get is not always what you see
There is no low self esteem
It’s just at times I don’t want to be all pretty
When I’m not at my best please don’t ask what’s wrong with me
Because being me is not easy
I’m broke, tired, and fatigued
And things have not been going my way lately
I smoke my Kools obsessively because life is starting to stress me
Although I know it’s not the best qualities in a lady
But every once in a while I might have a drink or hit a blunt
To take off a little of the weight that I have to carry
Along with the weight that I have picked up in my hips
That seems to attract all the wrong attention
But what they don’t know is there isn’t anymore room in these jeans
Because I haven’t been shopping lately
Because I’ve already spent my whole paycheck
On rent and food to nourish my seeds
So you see there is rarely anything left for me
And I might have them on again by the end of the week
My hair and nails are not always perfect
The reason why cause I’m always working
Some days I’m lucky if I take my scarf off my head after I leave the bed
Because looking good is cool
But it is just another thing I have to do
On a list of countless things that all have to be handled by me
Over and over again
I write out bills with my dishpan hands
And pray for the Lord to send me a good man
Who doesn’t mind my sometimes hairy legs laying next to him in bed
Because shaving is on the bottom of my list of things to do
Right above looking beautiful
And understands when I have my T-shirt and my panties on
My breast will swing low
And we do what we do on the down low or the late night creep
Because my babies are in the next room sleep
And sexy underwear are only seen on special occasions
Like new love making
But on a regular day it’s Hanes Her Way
Because lingerie doesn’t come in a five pack and I hate going to the laundry mat
Please don’t be surprised when I break down and cry or when I’m in a bad mood
And even I don’t know why
Because my mood swings more than little kids on a playground
And sometimes it feels like life is beating me down
And for all the times I had to dust all the dirt off my shoulders
I think my heart is getting a little bit colder
As much as I would love to always be every mans dime piece
I am a victim of the reality of everyday living
And I can only be me
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