I refuse to be a statistic…
to be another number represented on a pie chart,
all because I thought with my pussy and not my head!
i refuse to dream
to hope and wish that you were a different man,
to allow my brain to deceive me into believing that you are the best I can do.
to imagine a life
a decade wrapped up in your madness
only to get nothing in the end.
I refuse to allow someone else to dictate the course of my life,
How I live and when I die…
to allow you to infect me
infect me with your hate,
playing the victim at something i knew was inevitable.
I refuse to be a victim,
a victim of circumstance
a victim to you…
I refuse to allow my feelings to cloud my judgement…
I refuse to make the looks,
your sexy walk,
the glide of your dick
I know what I want,
and I refuse,
refuse to pick you