He met a young pretty lady whose forehead never flattened
She held the same demeanor, never smiled, well pattened

Didn’t mess with men, kept her distance, she never talked
And when he tried to get to know her, she stood and ran a walk

He pondered on this case and made a fine and proper wager
Like: ‘naw she ain’t been through squat, she’s just bitter in her nature.’

The woman’s been fooled, been played, and been looking for a savior
But only a fool and a player would misjudge her behavior
With a ‘she hasn’t seen much, she’s just bitter in her nature’

This poem was written/submitted by Ahlam.