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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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