Come on boy you can use me,

My own insecurity lowered my worth,

I hated me,

I allowed others to choose a low worth,

I only had myself to blame.


Why boy?

I played the pitiful and pathetic woman,

Then I said “If I were a boy,”

Not realizing that it wasn’t about being a boy or woman,

It was about the permission that I gave the boy.


My vibe said “Boy you have permission to mistreat me,”

It was “Boy I don’t even think I’m good enough,”

When it should have been “Boy you aren’t good enough for me,”

I allowed he and I to agree that I wasn’t good enough,

That’s why I have myself to blame for how other’s treated me.