don't gather at the river
drinking with tailgate's down
waiting for spoken word poetry
small town gossipers said
"her mama, jezebel, running around"
"who's her daddy, does she know"
she grew up quick, nothing extravagant
beauty with 'devil may care' attitude
intriguing deep thoughts mixed with laughter
careless in everything, except her innocence
'good ole boys' become men
craving flesh untouched
"little miss down on her luck"
this world of dog eat dog
guys couldn't tell tales out of school
she'd leave with money, smile on her face
prostitutes working, she didn't even kiss
@ donetta sifford 4-22-2013