Tomboy
I never met a better fella
until I met Ella
Ella was finer than Esther
but stronger than Joshua.
She's gat crude swags
both in the way she sags.
Her mother who often nags
would burn masculine stuff from her bags.
Her handshakes are so loud
like a clap in the midst of silent crowd.
Her hair, always bound,
like ponytail and it makes her sound.
Copyright © Jacob Caleb | Year Posted 2017
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