I wasn’t born that day.
I don’t wanna be like those women that let men buy their affection with some jewels or any other type of material trinket that I could provide myself.
Or those women who first see the wallet and then the rest.
Or those that are moved by a fancy car more than words and chivalry.
The ones that show their tits to get something.
Those who walk around begging compliments.
Those that resort to exhibiting themselves to attract attention.
Those who inevitably need a man by their side to be well.
Those that get worried by what others say.
Those that are frightened by criticism.
Those who are criticizing everything in their path without any type of moral.
Those who prefer what is easy over what is worth fighting for.
Those with a lack of any kind of intelligence.
Those who prefer an expensive watch over a book.
The ones that let a man pay everything.
Those that put education aside because they think there are faster solutions.
Those who think the physical is their best weapon.
Those that are manipulated by the people around them.
Those that are chained to a man who doesn’t value them.
Those who lose their dignity by walking behind someone who clearly ignores them.
Those who wear their lives trying to impress someone who just doesn’t give a fuck.
Those who are more aware of whether they are being cheated than overcoming themselves.
Those who consider that intellectual is not important as long as you have two good tits and a good ass.
The ones that go around bragging about things that are actually not true.
Those who blind themselves to the things that hurt them.
Those that remain silent.
Those who don’t know how to be alone.
I don’t wanna be like those women who forget their value and settle for any shitty jerk that makes them smile once in a while.

I stay with the few women who were born another day that wasn’t that day.