Excuse me black sista, can I talk to you for a minute Can I tell you what I want I want you. I need you I need you to need me I need you so we go around my boys, then i can front like im big time I need you to feed my ego Tell me I look good and out of every dude you been with, Im the best Is that alright? Matter Fact there's more I need you to help me get over these complexes and conditions that I have acquired over time They slowly but surely destroying my mind One got me doubting my position and purpose in society Another got me wondering can I get pass the stereotypes and mysgynistic views that me and the male species laced yall with I call it the Ike Turner disease Can you help me cherish you for the spiritual, brilliant attractive womann you are. Am I asking for to much? By the way, what's your name?