Poem: A Woman's Scars

You See, It’s Hard For Her To Focus When They Focus The Lens On Her... A Model Who Models After The Goddess Of Love... But Encounters Throttles, And Quarrels Every Time She Mixes Bottles And Morals… You See… She’s 22... Her Master Plan Is A Masters, While Mastering Different Ways To Capture A Man... Now Ask Her… Why You Still Single? Her Facial Expression Answers The Question... She’s Behooved By Her Own Past Maneuvers… Past Accusers Said Look Past The Ruler To Measure Her Level Of Insecurity Because… Her Sensibility Gets Derailed By Her Sensitivity... “Like Monica. You’re A Model. Tell Me What You Scared Of... Fingerprints Left On Her Broken Heart... Footprints Left On Her Deflated Soul... She Said Trust Is Hard To Come By... Because Some Guys Run Lies Or Run Game... That Keep Her Off track, So She’s Always Scared To Hop On That One Train... So Could You Blame Her?... If That One Innocent Stranger Says Look Beyond The Danger, And Look Neons Ahead... But Says No...Because She Seen Used Condoms Her Exxes Would Leave On The Bed... She Goes Through Phones... Because She Seen Her Exxes Roam Through Homes... She Seen Betrayal First Hand... Is It Insecurity… Or Being Scarred By That One Man... O

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