The Soul Searcher
The soul searcher….the chick that tries to make “the connection” with each and every
brother she meets. She’ll wine and dine, buy the suit and even pay for the room. Yes…
you are this desperate. Yeah I’m talking to you, sounds bad don’t it girl. Sit on up
lemme talk to you a minute. You are worth more to yourself, you were born of strong
black wood like ebony trees. Don’t lower yourself for a man. Let him take you by the
hand and if he is worthy you accept... And you walk in the right way so that respect may
be kept… I man doesn’t respect you if he says hello and you jump clean out your panties.
Maintain some pussycat control girl think before you leap. Sex is not a prelude to a
beautiful relationship.
Get to know the man ladies and in this case I use the term loosely. The phrase soul
mate would imply a connection with a soul- correct me if I’m wrong but when was the last
time someone told you souls connected thru human genitalia. For goodness sakes take the
time to get familiar….. with lifestyles, personalities, and families, and if you can’t
see yourself married to or in the least having children with the man. Jump up and run
like hell with underwear in hand. Come on how is important is to have a man that
loves you if YOU don’t love yourself. Can you say you love yourself right now... I mean
if you do exercise some restraint. I’m no saint but dang girl your extra curricular
activities make me tired enough to faint. You can’t buy love or happiness so before you
whip out the credit card girl…..Whip yourself.
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