Hollerin

I am not your piece of meat,
Made for you to buy and eat.
Lookin up and down with your eyes,
Staring at my bra size.
What kind of man are you?
I’m not here for you to do.
I am woman,
Living best she can.
I have confidence and self-respect,
And refuse to bang an insect.
A lowlife creature, nasty and dirty,
Creeping the streets trying to be flirty.
And just cause I don’t talk to your stank ass,
And ignore you as you walk pass,
Doesn’t mean you cuss me out
What is that about?
I hate how niggers be,
You’re the one who holla’ed at me.
So recognize
Don’t patronize.
I am a woman,
And deserve R E S P E C T
Can you repeat that after me?
So when I’m out on the street,
Leave me be,
I don’t want your hollerin ass,
Bothering me.