I'm not a socialite.
I'm not the primadonna who primps more than she reads.
I'm not capable of lying about my needs...and it's impossible for me to lie about my wants.
I'm not going to pretend to like you.
I'm not ready to put "me" in the rearview.
I'm not attracted to fancy dinners or VIP statuses.
I'm not going to be there when you look behind you....try looking ahead of you.
I'm not afraid to fight and rage and piss people off.
I'm not pro- being dressed 24 hours per day.
I'm not pretending that we're friends, if all we do is fuck or if we never talk.
I'm not willing to conform to pacify the uncomfortable.
I'm not ashamed of any inch of my melanin-blessed body.
I'm not predictable.
I'm not anyone's trophy on a shelf.
I'm not meant to be tamed.
I'm not an avid fan of clubs and lounges.
I'm not politically correct nor am I proper and precise.
I'm not seeking your approval.
I'm not holding on to dead weight or unappreciative leeches.
I'm not obsessed with my waistline.
I'm not forgetting what was nor am I fearful of what will be.
I'm not wasting my energy chasing anyone...I've got dreams to pursue.
I'm not above dancing on bars or stripping at raves.
I'm not impressed by your degrees or bank account.
I'm not safe for work.
I'm not what you think I am.
