You got your heart broken, a few times...Ok a few times too many. You lost a few friends over some stupid shit...Ok some really stupid shit. Maybe stabbed in the back once or twice...Ok a number of times by everyone but the damn Leprochan.
So now, one or two kids later (or none), you've grown into yourself, strong, independent, decisive. But there's something missing now. That innocence, that you can never regrow. That innocence that every single guy that likes you will have to pay for every time they look in your direction. The stone castle that you stand on so proudly with a "vacancy" sign for a "king" is just decoration. That's just a cover to seem normal. Normal so that no one knows how bitter, torn and selfish you've become. Hunting for the next prince charming to exact your forever revenge for the first guy that you had actually given your heart to and lost. Then you act all broken hearted and get your girlfriends to come over and vigil for you with shots before you hit the club and start the shit all over again (tears my ass).
So you have all your material possessions and standards higher than the Empire State Building and longer than the China Wall (second chance...bullshit). Then you hide behind this "I am woman, hear me roar, Beyonce" dance thinking that you are in solidarity with the likes of Nanny of the Maroons or Rosa Parks(spare me). It's not hard being a woman, just hard knowing that you have to open your heart again if you ever truely want to be happy. So hide behind your makeup, convertible and red bottom heels. Brainwash yourself into thinking every man is stupid and will never be good enough because you need them to be dumb so they cannot hurt you (bitch please).
My dear single woman, proud, strong, independent....Fuck You!
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