The girls who act like their grown�because they talk like they can butcher meat
With their tongues; yet, act like babies, reaching for their mother�s hand�affection.
The girls who despise their mothers
For putting limitations on their freedom�curfew�and
What they can wear, because their mothers were only trying to protect them.
The females, who show their �temple� off,
Wearing mini mini-skirts thinking they look cute.
The females who forget their worth, and let men
Degrade them: call them names other than what their mother named them.
The ladies, who talk, with a mouth full bird�s droppings,
About other females just to feel up their half-empty mug of self-esteem.
The ladies who have dreams, but aren�t strong enough to pursue them;
Ladies who open their legs wider than pliers for moment-satisfaction
From guys who won�t remember their name nine months later.
The woman who will love some one: man or female before,
She�ll love her self, because she thinks being used is better than being alone.
The women who feel they need a man other than God
To complete them�this is why they�re still searching for �Mr. Right.�
I�m writing to all the women
Who degrade them self.
I�m writing to all the women
Who try to make it but feel they�re by them self
To let them know they are not alone this is for y�all.
