Last of a dying breed...

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"If you don't learn to love yourself then who will?"

You know there are so many sayings about finding Mr. Right, and dealing with Mr. Wrong. So many woman have grown accustomed to singing that same ol' song. Dreams of finding love, leading to a marriage, and ending with 2 1/2 kids and a baby carriage. White picket fence, house built off love, but is that really existent today's real world? A world were divorce is at a 60% percent rate?


You know we as women need to be more seclusive of who and what we decide to date. All the games, the lies and terrible alibi's. We say we want a man, then why settle for a boy, we say we want love, then why settle for a toy? Say what you feel and mean what you say, that's whats wrong with us black females today. We don't have our head on shoulders but our heart on our sleeve.

So i've come to conclusion that to avoid it all, I'll start dating myself.


Now I’m exhausted from thinking
Fatigued from trying to convince myself that I’m worthy of another being
Tired of looking but not really looking so it doesn’t appear that I’m desperate
Weary of being afraid to tell someone that I’m interested
In fear that they will avoid me
Consumed from being alone
No longer will I be at the mercy of boys to like me
No longer will I try to look my best for boys that don’t know that I’m in love with them
No, all that is finished. Finito. Complete-o, no more-o
From now on, I’m dating myself....

I mean I’ve already talked to myself so I know my conversations will be good
I’ve always said I wanted to be with someone that’s just like me
Well, there’s no one more like me than me
It’s not like I’m dating my cousin or nothing
I looked it up. There’s nothing in the law books that say a girl can’t date herself
I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before
I amaze myself sometimes
I laugh and joke with myself on a lonely day
Praying hard for better days
Now we can get through the rough times together
No one to impress but myself
I mean I’ll probably still play games with myself
Cry to myself, lie to myself cause I hate to hurt myself’s feelings
I’ll only be looking out for myself though
But you know how boys are
Once they see you with someone, all sudden, now they wanna get with ya
All sudden I’m that cute girl that is dating someone now
Well I assure you I’m not doing this to make other boys jealous
I am completely happy with myself
I like myself. I think I’m attractive.
Plan to be with myself ‘til the very end
Or until someone better comes along that can fill my shoes! :)

i bid you adieu
-- Poetic Justice