Nobody knows my Name, All you Call me is Beautiful. . .
I am angry. You know why? Because you can’t see what’s past my skin. You look at my smooth brown skin and my full lips, just to take advantage. I know I am beautiful. I know I am sexy. I know I have nice lips and a pretty smile. The things I can do with my hips would make anyone go crazy. You became one of the others. You don’t respect me. You Lust. Lust. It’s a four letter word yet so powerful. Why do all of you think of me as the physical? I am so much more than that. Sex. Sex. Sex. That’s really all you want from me? Do you care about my dreams? Don’t lie to me to make me think you are interested. Be real with me. How would you feel if I played you the same way you played me? What if I had a boyfriend that I was unhappy with and I toyed with your emotions. Just because you are convenient. How would you feel? Shitty right? Well imagine if this cycle repeatedly happened to you. With different women. Doing the same thing. Over ...