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Role Model

My dad died when I was young, so I never had a role model
Except for the rich men, my momma loved a man that came with a dollar.
Vacations out of state, Luxurious gifts? All sounds great if you can deal with the other shit.
Dishonesty, no loyalty, being degraded.. Damn life's a bitch
But you gotta stay level headed
Always pitied my mother but found myself allowing the same shit.
Let a man abuse you, knowing he ain't shit.
So I put my foot down, and the loneliness consumed me.
Couldn't find one man that really took the time to get to know me.
My personal success flourish, my love life diminished.
Surrounded by the flow of money, But every bit of the loneliness.
The only calls I get now are asking if I can help.
But not one person calls just to conversate or kick back.
That's a lie, maybe three, I can count it on one hand.
The rest of you can stay right there once I land.

Copy Rights 7/12/17 Beverly McKenna