My Mama warned me about the boys,
who would treat me like one of their toys.
Break my heart then heal it,
a cycle i'll never understand.
and my Mama told me about the men,
who would rate me on a scale of 1-10,
pick me apart and give me a score,
as if I don't know I'm a full 1,00.
My mama taught me all about the people,
who instantly label girls as tiny, petite, and feeble.
"Cross your legs!" (a...