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Girl Like Me

[Inspired by: Girl Like Me – Jazzmin Sulliva feat. H.E.R.; Who would switch places with a girl like me? Girl like me mixed with being a fat girl]

Wanna trade places with a girl like me?

I’m not a porn star, don’t drive a fancy car

I’m not on IG living lavishly

I’m just a tad overweight

Wanna trade lives with a girl like me?

Under noticed but over waiting for someone to love me even though I’m overweight,

I was… everything they wanted me to be

I was what they wanted me to be but was nothing to myself

You were my professor that I so desperately sought to make your dean’s list

I learned tricks of the trade as a crash course to being accepted

So much that I became your crash test, dummy I should’ve known better.

Later I’d learn that the Manual [man you will] become is null & void when the owner is defective

I drove myself crazy so much I neglected to read the instructions that came with me

I skipped over the labels “handle with care” because I didn’t care about coming correct

I was directly obsolete as long as they kept me cumming…. Correct/me if I’m wrong

Skimming the proper procedure to go about building my self esteem

I esteemed their thoughts of me higher than my own

No wonder I mishandled the parts of me that came in the box and wondered why you left me hanging

Would you switch places with me?

Imagine how great it’ll be

Proclamations of being sexually free when really I let him make a hoe out of me

There’s no hope left

The fuck being a good girl ever done for me

I swear this good girl shit is for the birds

Except drape me in insanity, serve me flutes of desperation for your attention, imagery of perfection

Subjection to societal standards of beauty

Autocorrect my body and my ways to match the ones that get lavish trips to your heart

And receive raving reviews for the quality of your wifey material

Nah I guess my texture’s different

I don’t long for material things except for….your acceptance

Hoes look like they winning

When in reality they only winning these hoe ass niggas

Call that a consolation prize

I have no words for it

Your expectations are no longer a priority for me

I won’t try my hardest to put your focus on me anymore

I will focus on me until the focus is me

Wanna trade lives with a girl like me?

No hope for the good girls so be good to yourself girls.

You’ll look up one day and hope to find a girl like me