All my life, men have told me I wasn’t pretty enough – even the men I was dating. And I’d be like, ‘Well, why are you with me, then?’ It’s always been men putting me down just like my dad. To this day when someone says I’m cute, I can’t see it. I don’t see it no matter what anybody says.
Today begins a new saga in my life which I expect to strengthen me and allow me time for reflection. I plan to write music while in prison, read and pray regularly and will come out a stronger, more confident woman.
I feel money is power in certain senses. A lot of women out there are just givin’ it away. And then there are the women that’re selling their bodies. But they chose to do that. But this is how they make their money. And I don’t see anything wrong with that.
I think women should always be respected. I’m not going to stand on the corner with a picket sign, but I’m going to support my ladies all the way. But I also understand the views of men as well.
I have low self-esteem and I always have. Guys always cheated on me with women who were European-looking. You know, the long-hair type. Really beautiful women that left me thinking, ‘How I can I compete with that?’ Being a regular black girl wasn’t good enough.
