š§ Underconstructionš§
You say you want a good woman.
You want a good woman you say.
While I donāt think that is true.
Quite frankly you wouldnāt know a good woman if your own mother slapped you until you become blue in the face yelling at you āSON!!! OPEN YOUR EYES!!!!YOU HAVE A GOOD WOMAN!!ā
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 couldāve fooled me because I sure wasnāt treated as such.
I was treated worse than the scum under someoneās 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.
Didnāt wear revealing clothing.
Wasnāt out partying.
Wasnāt entertaining other guys.
Didnāt 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 didnāt do drugs.
I didnāt drink alcohol.
I donāt believe Iām flaunting myself or my parts to please other guys. (especially if they werenāt my guy)
I was a full time student.
I worked.
I wasnāt asking my guy for money.
I wasnāt depending on my guy to take care of me financially.
I wasnāt using my guy for sexual activity.
I didnāt 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 wouldāve 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 donāt want a good woman, I see.
You donāt want someone who treats you beautifully even though you treat them horrendously.
You donāt want a woman to lift you up when youāre down.
You donāt want a woman to hold you when you cry.
You donāt want a woman to be there for you when youāre sad.
You donāt want a woman to understand you when youāre mad.
You donāt want a woman to cater to your ego and shelter your feelings.
You donāt want a woman to support you through the rough and tough.
You donāt want a woman who doesnāt ask for much.
You donāt want a woman whoāll say āItās on me.ā Iāll take care of it if you donāt have it. (without getting mad or making you feel like youāre less of a man like certain women would do.)
You donāt want a woman to do all the things you want to do.
You donāt want a woman who doesnāt share her body with anyone except for you.
You donāt want a woman who shares her body with you even she really just doesnāt want to.
Well you know what?
Iām TIRED!!!!
Iām TIRED!!!
Iām tired of all the fussing and fighting.
Iām tired of all the arguing and crying.
Iām tired of all the times youāve shut me down emotionally and verbally.
Iām tired of all the times you tried to convince me something was wrong with me mentally.
Iām tired of being the one to cry for you when you hurt me.
Iām tired of begging you to stay when you really donāt want to be here.
Iām tired of being a weak woman as you say.
Maybe I wasnāt 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 couldnāt 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 youāre angry.
Donāt say tell me how sexy you think other women are.
Donāt yell your voice at me.
Allow me to be me as I allow you to be you.
Thatās all I asked.
THATāS ALL I ASKED OF YOU!!!!
Thatās all I asked!!!
And you couldnāt even give me that.
Itās fine.
I get it now.
You donāt want a good woman.
You donāt 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 shouldāve opened up your eyes because she was right in front of her face.
But now youāre 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 donāt 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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You want a good woman you say.
While I donāt think that is true.
Quite frankly you wouldnāt know a good woman if your own mother slapped you until you become blue in the face yelling at you āSON!!! OPEN YOUR EYES!!!!YOU HAVE A GOOD WOMAN!!ā
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 couldāve fooled me because I sure wasnāt treated as such.
I was treated worse than the scum under someoneās 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.
Didnāt wear revealing clothing.
Wasnāt out partying.
Wasnāt entertaining other guys.
Didnāt 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 didnāt do drugs.
I didnāt drink alcohol.
I donāt believe Iām flaunting myself or my parts to please other guys. (especially if they werenāt my guy)
I was a full time student.
I worked.
I wasnāt asking my guy for money.
I wasnāt depending on my guy to take care of me financially.
I wasnāt using my guy for sexual activity.
I didnāt 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 wouldāve 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 donāt want a good woman, I see.
You donāt want someone who treats you beautifully even though you treat them horrendously.
You donāt want a woman to lift you up when youāre down.
You donāt want a woman to hold you when you cry.
You donāt want a woman to be there for you when youāre sad.
You donāt want a woman to understand you when youāre mad.
You donāt want a woman to cater to your ego and shelter your feelings.
You donāt want a woman to support you through the rough and tough.
You donāt want a woman who doesnāt ask for much.
You donāt want a woman whoāll say āItās on me.ā Iāll take care of it if you donāt have it. (without getting mad or making you feel like youāre less of a man like certain women would do.)
You donāt want a woman to do all the things you want to do.
You donāt want a woman who doesnāt share her body with anyone except for you.
You donāt want a woman who shares her body with you even she really just doesnāt want to.
Well you know what?
Iām TIRED!!!!
Iām TIRED!!!
Iām tired of all the fussing and fighting.
Iām tired of all the arguing and crying.
Iām tired of all the times youāve shut me down emotionally and verbally.
Iām tired of all the times you tried to convince me something was wrong with me mentally.
Iām tired of being the one to cry for you when you hurt me.
Iām tired of begging you to stay when you really donāt want to be here.
Iām tired of being a weak woman as you say.
Maybe I wasnāt 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 couldnāt 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 youāre angry.
Donāt say tell me how sexy you think other women are.
Donāt yell your voice at me.
Allow me to be me as I allow you to be you.
Thatās all I asked.
THATāS ALL I ASKED OF YOU!!!!
Thatās all I asked!!!
And you couldnāt even give me that.
Itās fine.
I get it now.
You donāt want a good woman.
You donāt 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 shouldāve opened up your eyes because she was right in front of her face.
But now youāre 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 donāt 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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