You say you want a good woman.
You want a good woman you say.
While I don’t think that is true.
Quite frankly you wouldn’t know a good woman if your own mother slapped you until you become blue in the face yelling at you “SON!!! OPEN YOUR EYES!!!!YOU HAVE A GOOD WOMAN!!”
You say you want a good woman.
You want a good woman you say.
Well open up your eyes!
She is right im front of your face.
Or so I thought.
Man, I thought I was a good woman.
I thought I was doing everything right, because I had it all wrong.
I was holding my own.
I carried myself as if I belonged on a throne.
You could’ve fooled me because I sure wasn’t treated as such.
I was treated worse than the scum under someone’s shoe.
I was treated as if I was disposable.
I have been called every horrible thing you could think of.
I was often compared to other girls and women.
I was never truly appreciated for who I was.
The woman I was, was never appreciated.
The woman I was, was often overlooked and undervalued.

Crazy, right?
I thought I did everything right.
I was a college student.
I helped my lover out with their homework even though I was an undergraduate and he was a graduate student.
I carried myself as a woman that was modest.
Didn’t wear revealing clothing.
Wasn’t out partying.
Wasn’t entertaining other guys.
Didn’t dance inappropriately.
Never purposely disrespected my lover.
Allowed my lover to stay in my dorm when they needed consistency when attending their night classes.
Made a lot of decisions to keep my lover happy even if it meant I would be unhappy in return.
I was a woman of substance.
I didn’t do drugs.
I didn’t drink alcohol.
I don’t believe I’m flaunting myself or my parts to please other guys. (especially if they weren’t my guy)
I was a full time student.
I worked.
I wasn’t asking my guy for money.
I wasn’t depending on my guy to take care of me financially.

I wasn’t using my guy for sexual activity.
I didn’t have a crush on any other guy.
I would talk softly and gently to my guy.
I was really affectionate; gave a lot of hugs and kisses.
Applied to jobs for my guy.
Prepped for a future with my guy even though I wanted to take my time.
Traded in my innocence for his love and time.
Wasted my own time with someone who was older than me.
What did I get in the end?
Publicly humiliated.
Insulted over and over again.
Lots of heartbreak.
Lots of tears.
Having to hear how sexy he thought other women were.
Having to see him check out other women in my face.
Hearing him say he wanted to be sexually intimate with other women.
While I ducked and dodged any guy who tried flirting with me.
While I rejected guys who would’ve probably treated me much better than he did.

Two years down the drain.
What a shame.
What a shame.
So what the hell do I do now?
Two years down the drain.
What a shame.
What a shame.
So what the hell do I do now?
Move on.
You don’t want a good woman, I see.
You don’t want someone who treats you beautifully even though you treat them horrendously.
You don’t want a woman to lift you up when you’re down.
You don’t want a woman to hold you when you cry.
You don’t want a woman to be there for you when you’re sad.
You don’t want a woman to understand you when you’re mad.

You don’t want a woman to cater to your ego and shelter your feelings.
You don’t want a woman to support you through the rough and tough.
You don’t want a woman who doesn’t ask for much.
You don’t want a woman who’ll say “It’s on me.” I’ll take care of it if you don’t have it. (without getting mad or making you feel like you’re less of a man like certain women would do.)
You don’t want a woman to do all the things you want to do.
You don’t want a woman who doesn’t share her body with anyone except for you.
You don’t want a woman who shares her body with you even she really just doesn’t want to.

Well you know what?
I’m TIRED!!!!
I’m TIRED!!!
I’m tired of all the fussing and fighting.
I’m tired of all the arguing and crying.
I’m tired of all the times you’ve shut me down emotionally and verbally.
I’m tired of all the times you tried to convince me something was wrong with me mentally.
I’m tired of being the one to cry for you when you hurt me.
I’m tired of begging you to stay when you really don’t want to be here.
I’m tired of being a weak woman as you say.
Maybe I wasn’t a good woman. Maybe I was just weak.
Maybe I was just a weak woman.
I had your back while you were breaking mine.
I loved you with every bit of my heart.
But honey that love started to go away when I saw you couldn’t do the simplest thing.

All I asked of you was to be kind to me.
Be patient with me.
Speak gently to me.
Take your time with me.
Allow me to take my time.
Be mindful of your tongue when you’re angry.
Don’t say tell me how sexy you think other women are.
Don’t yell your voice at me.
Allow me to be me as I allow you to be you.
That’s all I asked.
THAT’S ALL I ASKED OF YOU!!!!
That’s all I asked!!!
And you couldn’t even give me that.

It’s fine.
I get it now.
You don’t want a good woman.
You don’t want a good woman like you say.
You want a doormat.
You want a emotional punching bag.
You say you want a good woman.
You want a good woman you say.
Well you should’ve opened up your eyes because she was right in front of her face.
But now you’re going to see her pick up her dignity and walk away.
You will see this good woman pick up her self respect.
You will see her tell you to take your Sorrys and shove them where the sun don’t shine.
You see this good woman finally thrive.

You tried to kill my spirit.
I allowed you to take so many of my pieces, but now I am taking them back.
I am reclaiming my pieces.
They are my pieces.
They belong to me!
Honey, this good woman is not broken.
Honey, this good woman is just underconstruction. -W.O.S.

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