****I have too blow off a little steam right now, this poem is a dedication to the "mean girls" Its like I was the ugly duckling who finally became the beautiful swan. So I just want them to know that I no longer have to compete with them cause now they have to compete with me! ****

He watching me like I’m the TV.
His girlfriend getting jealous and all mad at me.
What does she expect?
He went from watching she who is standard TV
Now he is watching me and I am HD (high-definition)

I used to be a plain girl like Cingular
Now I am brand new like AT&T
I’m stepping on my competition
Like AT&T I’m raising the bar.

I feel like sometimes I could be Boost Mobile
All these dudes trying to contact me & get with me
the first thing the say is “Yo Ma, “Where you At?”

He says my pussy is like a credit card cause
It pays to discover,
Now he never leaves home without it
And its everywhere he wants to be.
No matter how much another chick sells her ass
Mine is priceless.

The game I play is gutta
The difference between me & you is that
I’m a lady, & I gotta keep it classy.
You put yourself out there for anyone and everyone to have.
Ma, that’s just nasty.
Around the hood you are labeled as a tramp, a whore, & a slut.
We nick-named you Snickers cause
Your mouth is always packed full of nuts.

They call me Cryssy but my real name is Crystal.
In the dictionary one meaning of it is clear.
When it comes to getting these dudes
Just like the definition of my name,
in this game, you can’t see me!

See all before they thought I was quiet
More like the outcast of the crowd.
But now I am confident and speaking loud.
I have one question like Verizon Wireless,
Can You hear me now?
GOOD (lol)