Some fine Italian, Irish, Latino, and a Brotha I liked refuse to hear this:

I'm passed being controlled or seeking wedded bliss, just want a
self-sufficient, trustworthy, and romantic companion to engage in all of the fun things on my bucket list. No playboys, psychos, or geriatric patients allowed either; I warn them all on hunting me, yet they expect me to act like June Cleaver. I might be old, but I'm still cute; so I thought about letting an heir and spare hang around, and then they too tried locking me down. So many want to bees, even the ones I slaughter cannot forget me. I got busted with Gino by Phil and now he wants to make my plasma spill. He places me on blast indicating I ain't sh*t, and I agreed with that fool while he was munching on my cl*t.

I was born free and warned them not to chase me...

Giuseppe gave me three carats the other day, the superficial side of me wanted to keep the ring and send him on his way. However, his kind heart does not desearve to be slayed. He does nothing for me in that magnetic way, he ignores what my non-spoken gestures say. I tried to let him down easy, yet he won't stay away. I like having air in my lungs rather than being pampered, and looking pretty; that son of a whore just showed me a side to him that is real sh*tty. He goes from zero to a hundred quickly, I won't put up with he jealous rage, f*ck being nice, I had to bust out of that cage. I'm the type of lady who may make him string her up by her braids.

I was born free five-o made him stop tracking me...

Old stalkers heed the warnings and move on, you know the two I loved are dead and gone. New dudes don't be afraid to run towards me, unless you also seek to prevent me from living free. I am who I am, it's in my DNA, if I was born with a penis the conversation would go this way... Yo bro I boned the say hoe, her sister, and best friend the other day.

I was born free don't hunt me...