Woes of a Female Gold-digger. ( Literally speaking…)

“Money only impresses lazy girls. When a woman works hard,

a man with money is a bonus, not a ladder to upgrade.”

 

“I’d rather cry in a Limousine than in a cheap car”, she says.

She prefers cheap kisses compared to an expensive heart ache.

She springs from the second generation of daddy issues, and from

a broken family. A family history of lies, deception, pain and hardships.

A bitter tale of frustration borne over the years and toxic relationships

leading to heart-breaks. Bad memories are tattooed on her skin.

Years of hardship are printed on the lines of her face. Words of wisdom

resonating in her mind, truth repeated like the psalms and proverbs in a

Church. An irritating sermon for a female battling an identity crisis and

searching for social status. Banker of deeds keen to reach the top.

She’s a vicious paper chaser, fake lover and game player. Constantly

playing detective to unsuspecting males; swaying her hips to the rhythm

of a man with the fattest pay check. Gold digger searches for her next

husband at her wedding. She is well known in the clubs as the rich man

scout. Rubbing onto random men who match the wealthy description

from her skewed perception and twisted logic on dating. Flaunting her

body every chance she gets, providing the right amount of tease to please.

Turning tricks with her body and mouth in a bid to snug the quickest

attention and vet for the best man to provide all her crazy needs.

She’s the girl of your dreams. Miss fantasy with dollar bills tattooed around

her nipples, public expensive cooch always ready to be taken by the highest

bidder. She isn’t a prostitute though, she digs gold at whatever cost. She is

the public relations manager of ecstasy, the perfect flawless woman that

even your friends would be jealous of. Miss high maintenance exchanging love

for all her luxurious shopping, parties and trips, unlimited spending credit cards,

expensive cars and expensive houses. Constantly looking over his shoulder to

catch a glimpse of her next catch in case her current man’s liquid runs low.

Juggling fun and games, she matches to his beat to get what she wants.

A pathetic lifestyle of a lazy, desperate paper chasing woman who prefers

to prey and live off rich men instead of working her way up with a good job,

Education and Self respect.

©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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