mind of a man

hello hello hello:
so tonight something said to me struck me,
an individual was talking to me and brought up the fact
that i have a blog,
and when he looked at it he came back and said : "oh girly stuff"
this particular comment struck me, because what defines something as
"girly" what in a piece of writing gives it a feminist view on something,
cant the truth simply be the truth?
so tonight i decided to get a bit rough,
maybe put a spin on things.
so here is a mind of a man:

"i got women drippin off of me,
women slipin onto me;
holdin my hand, doin a dance.. damn
she right ontop of me.
she makin it so easy, she make her appearance seem
that much more cheap, ah dam she started talkin,
bitch shutup, i never asked to hear you speak.
the persona of her movements strike me more then the words from her mouth because
i never asked for intimate, im doing this cause this is a typical night out,
dont wanna business with her name, nor her number cause i aint callin,
and i hope that she can take this shit like a man, man i hope that she aint fallin
cause i aint bout to deal with that, deal with her like a dealer do,
she a deck of cards, along with all these other broads, in a deck i believe there's 52?

does it matter?
are women my cocaine?
can i help it that i could care less about her feelings,
cause all i asked for was her frame.
frame this image that i gather cause thats just how it is,
living the life of being wanted, ah damn she reachin for a kiss."

women: "i feel cheap, i feel stupid, i feel dumb on a levle i cant explain
exploit me credibility cause he says he loves me,
when im a pawn within his game..
though this aint chess,
yet he's reachin for my chest..
and i bet you he doesnt even know my name.. i bet you he couldnt guess..
can he help it that all he wants is to refer to my body like a book
could he help it when he looked at me, wanna grab me like a crook
could he help it when he cant denie that he cannot lie
could he help knowing that i can help him help it,
if he bothered showing..
showing me that naw i aint just another broad show me that
maybe ill be different, maybe i can be that girl he takes to ma..
but for now i couldnt read the expression..
couldnt take a gander to whats on his mind,
cause though he pushin deeper..
i can only read his actions..
his feelings? i couldnt find"

man: "haa this is a trip cause another ten minutes and im golden,
tell her i gotta grab something from the car,
then like a card player.. im foldin..
as in im leaving as in she wont see my face again,
as in i cant help it that i dealt it,
and just so happned to know how to play the game,
and she signed me with her body, using my own personal pen."

so..
was that girly?