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Think Again


I refuse to allow you to disrespect me, to look over my curves, past my brown eyes and undress me. I refuse to allow you to talk to me any kind of way and try to feed me your repetitious lies. I refuse to be looked upon and degraded as if I’m some kind of easy ride, like a beautiful video vixen spreading her precious thighs. I am a wonderful creation of my Maker, a precious stone, a diamond in the ruff. I am a proud black woman, a sophisticated, educated gift to this earth. I am a child of the most high God, that means that I’m worth far more than any amount of gold. I refuse to be sold for less than what I behold, to be trashed talked and categorized as a chicken head hoe. I am a woman, who needs to be respected, a future mother and a gift that need not to be neglected. I refuse to be stereotyped because of my tan skin, to be placed in an unworthy category because of my past men. I am a valuable piece of history, in the making; I will not be removed or shaken. I refuse to be shaped and molded into your image, Sorry but my God has already given me His image. I am not interested in your lies and what you try to make me out to be, I am confident in my past, present, and who I am destined to be. If you think that my stance will ever change, (hmm) you better think again, you’re in for a wild surprise because I refuse to be anything less than my deepest drive.
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