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Dumb Broad Confessions

Confessions of a Dumb Broad....Look up, Marlon....Say cheeeese!
Today I just realized that I was a dumb broad........ Don't know how I didn't know before.... I had a lot of the characteristics. See.....I know there are many different types of dumb broads

You got the DB who doesn't know she's one (I guess that's me)......The DB who justifies being one...The DB who does everything in her power not to be one and still ends up one....The DB who has been one for so long that she doesn't even care....there are so many variations and each DB is different. Some are hard-working women who accidentally get caught up in the wrong situation. And some are gold digging heffers with one too many motives.

Then there's the DB who assumes that she's going through the bull crap for a reason. Some divine lesson from GOD. And how can we forget about the DB who is the product of her Mother, her sister, her Aunt or her friend. Her warped perception of "love" almost isn't her fault.

I kind of feel crazy calling myself a dumb broad but I'm sure a crackhead does too the moment s/he knows s/he's one. S/He tries to deny it. But nahhhh....s/he just looks in the mirror and frowns, just like I did this morning...A friend of mine said that I wasn't a dumb broad. Instead she said that I was a woman who did not know her worth....... I really didn't. Now, I am secure with my looks, my personality, my flaws, my past......I'm okay on the inside Or am I? See.....a dumb broad has so many issues on the inside. She knows it too. But she doesn't always know how to deal with it. Poor thing. More than the nicest clothes, success and recognition, the DB wants love. She wants unconditional, there in the morning, kisses at night, braggin' to his boys kind of love. DB thinks it's such a simple thing. It seems simple enough. But the situations she gets herself in makes the simple, the damn near impossible......
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