My Neighbour Poem by Nathaniel Bassey

My neighbor
She is pure and true
When she walk past the women
They quietly whisper to themselves
And give rapturous laughter behind her
They would criticize her, head to toe

When she walk past the men
She is hardly noticed
More or less like air
They would keep talking like they were
Not even blinking

I am pure and true
So she told me, and even then
I believed her

Always noticed by women
Never by men
Mocked by kids
Pitied by me
She is poor
Quite poor in looks
But I noticed her
Because she is rather rich
Very rich in character
She is indeed pure and true
No wonder I noticed her
Real men notice character