Not all men are dogs ( Stashing the Stereotypye: Appreciating good men)

She was the stereotype, living off society perceptions.

Living hard, taking joy rides and oozing happiness.

Dishing out free meals to boys who treated her with

disrespect, fed her with fried lies, shady cocktail drinks

and stunts and later discarded her like used condom

wrappers after their carnal desires have been met.

A few compliments for kisses, trading flirts for dinner,

cocktail drinks, parties, complimentary tickets and sex.

Attracting a particular type of guys, falling for the same

beats and rhythms. Paying homage to her hips after dark,

loving the fronts and stunts.

Crying foul and blaming her own inconsistencies.

She wore a perfume called, “cheap”.

A stench most peculiar and attractive to some males.

As she strutted by the side walk in her short tight dresses

showing off her beautiful derriere and cleavage.

The theme was sexy at dusk, and ratchet at dawn.

Caressing the same tales of distress in between

public lavatories at clubs. A public shaming

most sufficient for all the attention she sought

as he traded her with big tits, big booty, and Miss sexy.

A competition that most often left her depressed

confused, paranoid, insecure and bitter.

She created a lash statement to console her inadequacies.

Calling all male folks, “dogs”

Unaware that dogs are drawn by scent and she should

check the scent that she is giving off.

Falling for the same type of boys, enabling bad behavior.

Myopic to truth, respect, honesty, self preservation,

decency and pride as a woman. Ignorant to the fact

that not all men are dogs and there are good men who

would love and respect her if she learned to respect herself.

Marginalizing her thoughts to feel good about herself,

putting herself down with accumulated perceptions and

skewed lines of thought based on bad experiences she

allowed to happen to her. Blind to the truth hidden behind

all the floss and cake on her face, expensive clothes and shoes.

A resilient beauty falling short of who she is as a female.

Lost, hidden behind a fake identity.

Taking more just to please boys, losing more as a woman.

Calling all men dogs, unaware that it takes a bitch to know one.

Questioning where all the good men are, unaware that she attracts

who she is. Queens attract Kings; cheap perfume attracts flies and

free products make the most sales at the flea market.

It takes more than just a pretty face, all the makeup and accessories

to snug a good man who will love and respect her.

Not all men are dogs, a closed reality she’d grown accustomed to.

Perhaps, she will add more value to the product she has to offer and

change her perfume. Then she’ll find a good man. A respectful,

mature, intelligent man who will love her for who she is, treasure

her and erase all her bad memories and perception on men.

A man who will appreciate the woman that she is even with all

her imperfections; uplift and value her as a woman.

Loving her as his partner, confidant and friend.

©FloetryC 2015

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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