An't no barbie

A lil touch of feminine Independence meets rhyme,

I look at me and what do I see? Another plastic barbie trying to find a
baller for a shopping spree? No f**k that, that ant me. I have feet of
my own a person to be. Places to go people to screw, and yet at the end
of the day I still think of you. Don't know who you are, don't know
where your at. All I really know till then my a*s is gonna own a cat.
Companion and friend lover at the end. Starts off slow till that twist
and bend. Someone who values me. Someone to chase my tail, cause so far
chasing others has caused such a fail, just little boy losers looking to
bail. That's not what I want that's not what I need. So until I find
you, I'm following my own damn lead.

Author's Note

So what do you think? Comments or suggestions to make it better are always welcome.