Women Are Wicked Poem by aloyinlapa Abubakri

‎Cry I cry till less the cry,
‎Shout I shout till sounds are dry,
‎If not for her then who's to blame?
‎Women are wicked they're all the same.
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‎Alone at night, I sing and sway,
‎Chasing the ghosts she took away,
‎Her shadow haunts each step I take,
‎A love once real, now just a fake.
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‎She smiled sweet lies, then turned and fled,
‎Left me with doubt, echoes in head,
‎Love was the fire where I got burned,
‎Now I've learned 'women are wicked'
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