Beware when her hair is rubber plaited
And her ears carry no rings
Beware when her shoulder pads her lofty
And her face snowy white
As she lives her youth in adulthood
When many men have seasoned past
Without a second glance
Don’t be fooled by her long looks
They do bear the state of the mind
Beware for they are on the edge
Ticking bombs waiting to explode
Don’t be fooled by their bibles
It hasn’t set them free
It has them in locks
Locks of bitterness
In the doctrines of men
Their hearts only revile
They could kill you on trousers
If it doesn’t match their gowny skirts
Trousers they cherish to wear
Trousers they try on in those closets
They could slice off your lips
Beautifully adorned with gloss
As theirs dry up hard
Glosses they wipe off at the mention of a footstep
And earrings they tear off at the turn of the knob
The mirrors bear witness
Watch your backs if your braids are long
Braids they long to wear
They have strangled you in their hearts with them
Their consolations is that you are hell bound
With their hands white clean
And hearts doctrine hardened
They are judges with filthy nails
They fast with mouths unwashed
And speak words that stink
The standards are gallow high
Yet the heart wants what it wants
While the maker speaks moderation
But what will man say?
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