My question is, are women just objects in today’s society? Are they just toys? Have they become so degraded, that they, themselves even mock their own gender? Why are women who have standards, moral, dignity, class, intellect, being overshadowed by girls who seem to have nothing to show except for their skin? What are we facing today? What are we teaching our youth to believe today? Girl’s getting plastic surgery in grade school because they don’t match the typical “magazine” model? Dress less in order to impress? Low shirts which expose your breast? Short skirts, barely grown, but stretched? Why has society made the image of a woman so demeaning? They’d rather glorify a chick with no brain, then one who stands for a reason. They’d rather glimmer light on a stone, than a diamond who sticks to what she believes in? Instead of glamorizing positivity, they’d rather illuminate treason!
How do you demand respect, when you lack it for self? You’re only dragging yourself in a debt, thinking your stacking that wealth! It’s an illusion! A mere confusion! Selling yourself for less was never the answer, that’s a cancerous solution! Are you insecure? Low-self-esteem? Possibly an attention fiend? What have you really attracted? Sex craved, mentally enslaved, your whole personality plastic? Are you doing it to fit in? I’ve seen women get gutter for a little butter, and I ain’t kidding. Is it the men too? Have they become so shallow? Morals nonexistent! What has been condemned, is now the road on which they travel! This is shame, are you not ashamed? Behavior inhumane, allowing politics to train. Brainwash the minds, they swallow tricks for change! What have we here, a generation faded. Females seem to hit mainstream, as long as they keep their gender degraded.
Are we ok with this? Is this the character of our future role models we want our youth to reflect? Teen mom became a hit, and so now all these girls run around thinking, who to erect? This is that Lucifer effect! They call me crazy, because I choose to speak truth, instead of conforming to the usual set. I was never fond of bruising my neck, by turning toward every new trend, and allowing the news to put my views in a check. I find it sad to see a world so deprived. Women dressed in provocative fabric, then wonder why men treat them like an object, surprise! I see people hate on each other’s religions when it keeps them from whoring. Peer pressure even got them girls who cover up, dressed in certain ways just to cover up when there exploring. Confused atmosphere, it must be. Pornography is one of the highest selling businesses, in the indus-try. Do you see the problem, or is it just me?
If this is the game, I refuse to play it. You think you got freedom, but that capitalism keeps you on a slave-ship. Organized chains, who told you that you made it? A little fame, and all the sudden people act as if there level is beyond taming. To the women of this generation, and so forth: Learn to value yourselves! You are beautiful as is. You don’t need to be like the people you see on TV, or in magazines, or these vixens in today’s music videos. You need to worry not about those who look down on you for being you! You were born different, unique and just perfect. Don’t value the opinion of someone who doesn’t know the value of the real you. Have some sense before you try and make cents. Don’t let them guide you, design you, and then act surprised, when they eventually decide to undermine you. Use your mind, before they blind you. Last time I checked, only you should define you. I call this a playgirl generation, because going cheap seems to be the new method they teach. The industries a crook, and nobody’s allowed ahead unless you’re sleeping in the chief executives sheets.
Lyrics below: Just a glimpse of what our media shines light on today! Enough people seem to love it… and so it seems, collective ignorance keeps feeding there budget.
“I love my big booty bitches, my life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city, I fell in love with a stripper
B*tches know I’m that nigga”
“B*tch! Stop talkin’ that shit
And suck a nigga d*ck for some Trukfit
Okay I f*k a b*tch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta: Al Capone
I make that pu*sy spit like Bone
I’m talkin’ ’bout bone, bone, bone bone”
“Wobble Dee Wobble wop wop Wobble wobbin’
A* so phat All these b*tches’ pu*sies is throbbing.
Bad b*tches, I’m your leader.
Phantom by the meter.
Somebody point me to the best a** eater!”
“Kiss my a**, kiss my anus, cuz its finally famous and its finally soft, yea its finally soft.”
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