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...