Ratchets
She exemplifies her persona when she walks.
She sounds daft when she talks.
Constantly people stop and stare.
But she’s not one to give a care.
A girl filled with much pride.
Her thirstiness she does not hide.
When she talks, she talks for a long while.
And always on her face is a fake smile.
Always dressed in casual clothes.
Always gossiping with the other hoes.
Somehow guys attract to her like a magnet.
I guess it’s because she’s just ratchet.
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