If she’s pretty, tell her.
If she smiles, leave her alone.
If she touches you, she’s glad you think so.
If she says thanks, she might rob you.
If she says, oh yeah? She might rob you.
If she says, uhm…you too. She’s on some freak shit.
If she says but I’m a man, say facts are facts.
If he’s pretty you gotta tell him too.
It’ll make his dick hard.
If he says but I’m a man, get your shit and leave though.
Poet and Author originally from Indianapolis, Indiana, and a lover of words, expressions, and creativity. Mother of one, Member of the Ohio Poetry Association, a former member of the California Writers Club, Winner of the Barry Wright Scholarship for Poetry, and consummate Dorothy Parker, Nikki Giovanni, and Pablo Neruda fangirl.
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