Spoken

Are my standards set too high because I wont settle for a basic guy? Is there a chip on my shoulder  because I know my worth and all that I can be? Am I stuck up and "sadity" because I won't allow myself to entertain the unambitious boys I see? Call me any name in the book, but quite frankly I wont even look. Because the way I see it is that I'm worth all that I aspire to be and I'm worth a guy who has the same goals as me. I'm worth an appropriate salutation, respect and patience. Not a trivial greeting, a disrespectful glance and a persistent stare at my ample round ass. You see, I call myself confident, I know I'm beautiful but I also know that to some I'm ugly. To some I'm bummy, basic or maybe even "Bad". But to keep it real calling me names won't make me sad. But it also won't make me glad, because I don't like to be prejudged and misunderstood. If only you'd get to know me you'd really wish you could...take back the things you called me, and ask for forgiveness. Am I confused and misguided because I know my worth? Is there a stick up my rectum because I don't give out my number to every guy that interests? My attention and time are precious gifts that I can't hand out....to these guys that act like the animals that smell with a snout. Excuse my crazy humor but that's part of me. I cannot and will  not lower my standards for a horny boy who is inadequate and incompetent. For a bum who doesn't know up from down or left from right. For a boy who smokes week so much, he basically lives on a flight.  For a fool who dropped out of school to pursue things that he thinks are cool. Not every one is Sean Carter so know your roll. Don;t even bother stepping to me if your grammar isn't on point, misplaced modifiers, run on sentences, tense inconsistency all in a jumble, I'm no English teacher but it would be if I was a bit more humble. Keep it real with me but don't judge me, keep it smart with me because intelligence is something you cant see. Get to know me or leave me alone, because the former questions I asked are things that are  things that I've known...to be called. And they aren't true, but then again..love me or hate me...it's on you.