Of course it’s because I can’t see them. They think I can’t tell if they’re ugly or not. But they’re wrong there. I see them all right. I can see them good. Like the woman I just tell you about, who cooked for me and washed the dishes clean before coming to bed, she was a beautiful one. The shit is that she didn’t know it. She probably had a sister who got all the attention and she felt like she was nothing special. That happens to women, you know.
Understands the insecurities some women endure as one is compared to another, disrespected through name calling, and loneliness
