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.
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.