All I want is to be free without having to coordinate an army of women as posse.
But invitably, you will approach and interrupt any attempt at a private one woman show. I will play nice, an actress to backhand compliments about her casual appearance or whatever the fuck you strike up and serve my way.
I will anxiously look for strangers to talk loudly with, avoid your gaze, your funnel, your "friendly" back pats. Just because we have a mutual friend doesn't mean your relevant. But you don't know that. You don't know me. The girl inside, just a social butterfly flying away from your outstretched hands into the night, into her lonely bed, no dreams of hopeless men. Excusing herself with period cramps. No one can fault a girl for hiding with such pain. It's the ultimate way to get stupid to turn away. And nature's way of telling her, let's not fight those men tryna cramp your style. Just stay inside. Sorry girl, another time.