boys are like signal lights,
the light turns red they stop in your face, and say''you're pretty, ''
and they know your easy to get.
Green light come, you've done fell for his tricks, now he done got what he wanted(sex) .
Yellow light come, he slows down the relationship.But there's always
a lesson to be learned.Never let a boy tell you you're pretty
because as a young adult you should already know that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem