Choices

I think about my choices in men sometimes.
Man...What was I thinking?
Picking up broken pieces,
Thinking I could mend them by being me.
And the whole time he was only thinking about...HE.
Man...what was I thinking?
Picking a boy to be my man?
It's not even a concept he can understand.
Full of regrets of making mistakes
Yet making excuses for the mistakes he made?
Man...what was I thinking?
He never treated me with respect,
Because I didn't respect myself if I chose him...
Choosing the bottom of the barrel
When I'm the cream of the crop...
Man...what was I thinking?
I should've waited on God,
To bring me to the right places in life
Where I could meet that man
To whom I would be his WIFE--
Not his "girl" or his "bitch"
Or just another notch on his belt.
His WIFE.
Man...what was I thinking?
I can do way better than that!