Radio plays *** sound
I hear let me pull your dress down
Though I was taught roses, candles, dinner dates
But the boy next door talks let me blow her out
The boy in high says her jeans are tighter
Though I was taught sweet compliments... but group of men talks how his girl moves
My innocents leave like melting butter
I question myself as a girl is this what I’m for?
for ***** words that comes out of a mans tongue to slander me?
For them to debate whether I’m pretty or not with their judge mental minds....
My parents never told me the reality as a female
What are we to them..objects?
Though Cardi B is no good example
I don’t belong to anyone I say
I say I belong to me, myself and I