Girls
Girls, they have to keep their guard up.
The fight for love has been a battle un-won for centuries.
They go into battle, no sword, no shield, just compassion.
Fighting against guys who are love assassins.
Fighting against guys who have… no compassion.
Pitiful, girls stubble down the hills of love into the trenches of depression,
Just to get right back up, walk up that same hill,
Trip over that same rock, and hit their head on the same spot.
Why do these girls learn, not?
Forced into thinking the best they can be is a dime,
But they know the value of a dollar is worth more,
It's just less shiny. Craving guys who crave their bodies.
They put you down because that’s where they’re looking,
It's sad that you accept their criticism because they want the title of taken?
They say it's to hard to find someone else,
But its not to hard to see that you need someone else,
To see that you want someone else.
The problem is that in order to do that you have to be by yourself,
And you don’t want to do that so you stay with him.
Everyday you’re with him he tells you,
You don’t need no one else,
You don’t want no one else
But deep down inside there is a voice screaming,
And its saying … HELP!
You just want to be loved.
The hugs, the kisses,
The “love”, He listens
But watch out because he’s on a mission
Girls….
This was a poem I made a while back. It was about a friend I have who had to deal with a boyfriend that didn’t treat her right. She stayed with this guy who used to beat her, and now they have a baby together. Well, she has a baby. As for the father, that guy is nowhere to be found. To all the girls who read this and are in similar situations watch out because he could be on a mission. You have control over your body. Your body is your castle, protect it.
