My sister, mind deranged, eager to be played in the game. Seeking self-worth from hard legs while they’re busy scandalizing your name. Not realizing what you’re doing is not improving your love life. But sex is in abundance, and it’s funny, but not once has he asked you to be his girl. Using your temple for abusive purposes, Feeling like the bomb because a ***** tries to holla? You have no better sense to know he’s hollering at your body, could care less about your mind. Taking advantage of you by night while he spends the day with his girl, and leaves your *** behind. Meanwhile, you’re chillin at the club, no real clothes on, shaking it from left to right, ****** dying to get their freak on. Leaving nothing to imagine cause you displayed all your tricks on the dance floor. He can’t wait to get you home so you can show him more – Butt naked. When it’s through, he won’t be calling you. Probably won’t remember your name. If he does, it’s for more of the same. Then you’re left with the shame, of just being someone’s ho. Then you do it again because you’re in it to win and you think, maybe this time you’ll find your man. But you screw on first sight and you think it’s all right, while he just hit it and ran. My sister, take control of your situation. Stop being the topic of male conversation. Learn to appreciate your femininity, don’t exploit it – cause what you’re doing ain’t worth ****. Instead be a lady, to yourself be real. Take time to learn the difference, between sex appeal and sex reveal.