
I didnt realize until i got older how differently men and woman are treated. No its not as bad as it use to be but its surely not as good as it should be. Little girls watch on t.v that in order to be beautiful they cant have no flaws, no acne, no glasses, no scars. The average time a girls spend trying to make themselves look beautiful is ridiculous. I believe thats is why so many teenagers and young adults are ending up with babies that are unwanted. Advertisements use a woman's sex appeal for everything. Men down grade woman, and only see them as sex objects, example the Rap music videos, movies, commercials, anything seems to sale if a woman is half naked on it. i think something is wrong with this picture.
God Told Me My Worth....
I am more than a one night stand. I quit "having sex" a long time ago, I deserve a man who "makes love" then lies next to me,One that wants everything, not just sex with me.I am more than a booty call.I am a woman of substance.Capable of giving much more than an erection,I deserve a man who offers me his, time, love and affection.I am more than a department store chick.When things go bad,A new Gucci, won't heal my pain,I deserve to matter, be on your mind, stopping you from even asking her name.I know my worth. I won't settle for less.I have a problem with being second best.My jealousy won't let me share you,Why? When my God says I don't have to.Forgive me if I still demand respect.Never mind me, if I won't take anything less.I know what the other roads lead to,I know where the door goes, I've already been through.True love, is just that--it's true.Be real with me, because I'm always real with you.A part of you is not enough,I deserve the whole thing, even the bad stuff.Today is my renaissance, my new- birth.I talked to God and he told me my worth.I won't settle for your money, your status, or good sex. Give all those things to the chick, who hasn't talked to God yet.Instead I'll take your time, your heart, late night pillow talk.Phone calls to say hello, and long beach walks.Sweet kisses on the small of my back,Warm cozy home in a quiet cul-de-sac. I promise to be your rib, your good thing,But I deserve more that a one karat ring.I want a love that's bigger than money can buy.Love that's unseen to the human eye.The love that always promises to give it's best.God told me my worth? I won't take anything less..Mrs. Rochelle B. McAtee
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