A man

He’s not what I want and technically not I wish, but to be Granted a man with no chest and not wearing a bra he’s fitting my standards of what a lady really wishes, 
Sometimes when I sit high I prefer to sit pretty, 
I prefer to see if danger approaches me first so I can guard myself, 
Sometimes we don’t realize as ladies our toughest times is when we guard ourselves so we won’t get hit, 
Let alone kicked, 
Spit on, 
But having a man we would think that he would come to our defense if we hadn’t had come at him first without some sort of bullshit. 
What I’m saying is, 
if I’m the lady I’m required to be as such, 
Letting my hair hang low
Let my curls sit, 
Better volume is better texture they say but only from those that just don’t sit around just to sit. 
But if I’m steady I must maintain ,
I must not think to depend on a man, 

I must not depend on so human to love me if he isn’t, 
I must not create with some male ,
structure if he’s using me, 
trying to make me look like a enemy, 
Most men fell to realize when you assume to love someone them your the dummy, 
Never should I ever accept hurt after he say he love u, 
He’s not what I wanted and technically not what i wished for , but only because he smelled like cologne I tried to accept him as is 
A male with no heart .