I Don’t Understand

I don’t understand why I can’t find a good man. I’m not that picky but they just want to stick me. I
understand that everyone has their flaws, but why does it have to be so obvious? That all they want to
do is sleep with us. We are more than just carpet. I don’t understand why sometimes they just won’t
park it. I’m tired of all of the games; I’m tired of all the lies.

I’m sick of all that oh you’re pretty and I like those thighs. I don’t understand what more I can do. You
can be good to them, but that doesn’t mean they will be good to you. I’m not the villain I don’t know
why they trippin, but they need to get it right. What am I supposed to do? Wake up alone in bed for the
rest of my life? I need some true love, but still I like those thugs.

Maybe I’m going about it all the wrong way, but I still don’t understand why I can’t find a good man.
But still no matter what the test, I will not dare settle for less. I respect myself to much to feel the touch
of someone I don’t know. Sometimes I want to though, sometimes I am so lonely I get desperate but I
don’t let it show. But I still don’t understand why I can’t find a good man. I guess there is none left so
I’ll quit while I still can.

By:Enjoli Baker

Email: Antforchange@yahoo.com
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