Crier

Girls are mysterious too me,

They say one thing and mean another,

Is there hope for a young brother,

Maybe if I understood sarcasm and was more social,

My relationship to women would be more hopeful,

I don’t know why they don’t like me,

Maybe they think I hate whitie,

Read more of this poem at my blog: Crier

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