Some women are so fake
Their words you can't even believe or take,
From the top of their head to the tip of their toes
And truly sometimes God only knows.
Many tell lies most if not all of the time
They see it as not as a sin or as a spiritual crime,
But, that is not where the falsehood ends
Sometimes you don't know if you're dating, or if you're friends.
If you look at them closely, or even if you curiously stare
Sometimes you don't even know the true color of their hair,
They change their style and their mood on a daily basis
As they also change the look of their faces.
You don't know if their breasts are fake or are real
Or if their muscles are from a bottle, or a needle or a pill,
Or if their stomach is flat from exercising or from a girdle
Judging them naked, is of course the next hurdle.
Sometimes when they remove their bra
You stare in disbelief, or in just utter awe,
Sometimes you look in disbelief and in confusion
As though you were impacted with an optical illusion.
Sometimes they truly pretend that you they cherish
But, truly many just want you to perish,
Many times instead of an Apple you get the snake
Some women are so fake.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem