Talkin' ‘bout I want because of the length of his chain.
How should I feel when you boss me around?
Talkin' 'bout you're a pimp, but you're so lost, you can't be found.
What should I do when all you want from me is my set of measurements?
Talkin' 'bout you want a red bone, a 38, 24, 31.
How should I react when you hand me your gun?
Talkin' 'bout you just want to have some harmless fun.
How do I pick up where I left off?
When I'm doing time for your decisions and another family is mourning over their loss.
This is the story of a gansta's chick, whose Clyde so soon forgets just who got his back.
The one he smacks around, controls her life, causes the utmost amount of confusion and strife.
The one who gave up her intelligence to feed his fifth grade reading level male ego.
The one who was finally let free out of his dangerous clutch.
The one who was remembered by the size of her butt.
The one who finally has a clue as to what to do with her life.
The one whose love has no price.
The one who found her own source of appreciation of her inner beauty.
The one who holds the key to her own destiny, finally.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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