Who Am I?

As women, we've all been guilty of it at one time.  There is not one of us that can honestly say we've never craved a man's attention.  Well, just because we want that X chromosome attention, doesn't mean we obsess about a guy.  Whatever happened to 'real' men?  You know, the ones that were honest, knew how to treat a woman, & didn't play games?  I thought I had one of those elusive mens.  Hell, I even married him.  Turns out, he wasn't the Prince Charming I thought he was...
 
Now, maybe some of y'all women have had the same thing happen.  You've been knocked back by finding a condom in the dryer, or, maybe some scandalous texts on your man's phone.  Maybe that dumbass smacked you around, which, if he did, you really should put a bullet in his tail and say 'Goodbye Earl', maybe he spent all the money on a ginormous 92" plasma LCD screen tv.

So, what do we women do, when blindsided by the blunt truth?  Do we seek retribution?  Revenge?

Maybe.  I don't have the answers, but that's okay, cause I still have a little bit of dirt road left in me, & I know how to handle my business.  I also am not gonna let some Grade A, man-whore, wishes he was thinner and better looking, sumbitch of a man break me down.  Ever.  For, I, am an independent woman. I know what I want & how to get it too. I'm the girl y'alls Mommas warned you about. Never underestimate me or take me for granted.  I can take the shit you shovel, and pile it back on you.  Be sure that whatever you do unto me, I will retaliate 10 times worse.  I'll make ya scream for the Momma that warned you about me.  Yes, I have flaws.  I'm not perfect, & I wouldn't want to be.  What I am is me, pure & simple.  And, I, am a strong mothafuckin woman.  Swallow that