Poetic Trumpets: A Jerk at Her Back

Lonely Girl Photo: Courtesy

Sitting alone on a lonely bench scrolling her phone
She's beautiful and has that body of a coca cola bottle
But deep down her heart, she's a lonely bird
And her soul has been wounded
Men view her as an object, a tool for their satisfaction
To feed their flesh with fresh tantalizing juice from their lips
And enjoy warmth from their thighs
All they want is to get her, then what?
Eat her, then what? Start jerking
That has rendered her helpless and hopeless in love and care
Guys do not want to settle down
They live like an old whisky bottle
Every year they boast of their freshness and distinct taste
With that infamous motto; never stop, never settle
But she smiles often; she's warm often and out – going
Her personality is still great
Dealing with her after a while you'll swear she's cool and fun
But deep inside her heart, the anchor of her soul holds tightly
That she won't break or cry every time so that she can still remain calm
She smiles, articulates nice thoughts, acts normal
But, behind her angelic face and sensational looks
A jerk lurks somewhere smiling after hurting her
Rather another one waiting to hurt her
Her dating life is difficult than coming up with a thesis in twenty-four hours
She has come to learn; that prettiness hurts; hurts really bad.

Extracted lines of a featured writer, Joseph Nduti, on his article; https://ndutijoseph.wordpress.com/2016/02/10/behind-every-girl-theres-a-jerk/