When she thinks she’s not Seen

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

Am not judging her
Because she’s beautiful
In her own way
I learnt from her.



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