Marsha Prescod


Vicious Circle

He nice frum far, but far frum nice
He hips dus move like snake.
He make she HOT! Then numb-like ice,
(It more than she can take!)

He born to lie, she born to hear,
He really tell dem sweet!
An if real life try come too near,
She fast go make it fleet.

De bitter blow come quick a shock,
Experience really burned,
The fact he human, weak an bad,
Is hard lesson to learn.

Like soucouyant, he suck she pride,
An leave a harden shell,
So, when a really nice man come,
She sure to give him hell.


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