She is quiet but eloquent
she is gentle but hard
she is truthful but snitches
sh is beautiful but ugly
she is indoor but everywhere
she knows no man
sh is known by men
she never had one
But she has been had
She has the dark spit
but spits out the white
she lost the moral
Snitches on the saint
When she talks
I listen through her eyes
That’s where the truth lies
I don’t want to fall
I act along
So,
Am not judging her
Because she’s beautiful
In her own way
I learnt from her.