Friday, August 14, 2009

Cover Girl

I wish I could be that girl, that a man loves unconditionally
the girl that he calls wifey because he can see himself spending
the rest of his life with me.
I wish I was the girl he took home to meet his mom
the girl all his friends respected....
Now I know I'm not tall and thin
or light skin with long hair
I don't look like Tyra Banks or the video girls....
But oh how I dream to have a man fall in love with me
and not the love between my knees....
I wish I could be the girl by his side.. not just the girl
he calls when he needs to get right in the middle of the night
I wish I could be a man's cover girl!
I wish I could be the girl that wears his ring, the mother of his seed
not the girl who has to whisper when his phone rings.
I wonder what it will take for me to be....
For me to be appreciated for my inner beauty
My intelligence and perseverance through the hand that has been
dealt to me!
I want to be love for my passion for mankind
not the thickness of my thighs
I'm so tired of being the girl on the side being called your
quote on quote ride or die.... But our relationship we have to hide
I want to be respected for my hard work....
For being a struggling college student working three jobs, taking five classes,
and being involved in countless extracurricular activities....
Not for how freaky I can be....
I want to be his cover girl.....
I want someone who will love me for the real me!

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