Pretty Misses

Tell me pretty misses why is your face twisted all up? Body posture all ridgit. Attitude all stank. Angry at the world thinking everyone's to blame.
Tell me pretty misses why do you yell and scream at your kids? It's not their fault their daddy left you like he did, shouldn't have poked holes in the condoms that night, thinking it would keep him around like he on prison grounds; trying to have that man sentenced to 18 years, but he just up and disappeared
Tell me pretty misses why do you use your body as a scratch off ticket, only takes $2.00 dollars for the next man to hit it, thinking he's going to be your meal ticket and then he leaves you just the same.
Tell me pretty misses whats really going on in your world. Your walking around in designer clothes and your hair did, but let me ask you this when was the last time you fed your kids? Or wiped their tears? Or gave me hug? When was the last time you showed them any type of love.
Tell me pretty misses when are you going to open your eyes to see when you had "them" it stopped being about "me, me, me."
Tell me pretty misses when are you going to realize you have got to stop making it so easy for these guys. Just as easy as they got it from you, they can just as easily forget all about you. I'm not saying that you are all to blame, but you must learn how to recognize game.
Tell me pretty misses, why do have tears streaming down your cheeks? Did I say something that has meaning? Did your brain suddenly swtich on and you grasped on to what you were doing was wrong?
I tell you pretty misses you need to lift yourself up high and grab hold of your self worth; you have a job to do on this earth. God created you for a purpose. I know you know what faith is, so take it, run with it and don't look back.
Tell me pretty misses as you wipe your tears and stand tall to face your fears, and take on a new look at life. Hold your head up high and walk steadily.

Pretty Misses said she was ready.

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