Her hair was Red
and she loved to ride round her 'hood
in a scarlet car with the top down,
90s R&B blasting through the speakers
Versatile shoe game, slick heels and slicker sneakers
They tried to "say, lil' mama" her when she walked past crowds
She rolled her eyes and stayed quiet, but the bounce of her ass was loud
It went up and down in rhythm, and dudes bobbed their heads along to her beat
She was tough on the outside because she had to be
This world would shred her spirit to pieces if she ever appeared weak
She had battle scars, some visible but most not so much
She'd left many a chalk outline behind of men who hadn't measured up
But she was just as much a victim as she was homicidal with her curves:
every failed suitor made her patience short. It was bad for her nerves.
The most blessed amongst us face the most tests,
and she wasn't about that settling life - she didn't know what it meant to rest
But if you looked beneath the surface, if she let you in,
you'd discover the passion and the perseverance that lied within
But dear Red had a secret: she'd never been in love
She'd had a few flings and flirtations, but she'd never met The One
She didn't want Prince Charming, she preferred a man with flaws
She didn't need perfection - just consistent affection
would make her drop her panty draws
She didn't care about a dark past: she knew she could light up his life
All she wanted was a good-looking, motivated opportunity
for whom she could be Mrs. Right
She wanted something genuine - a challenging task, with everybody being somebody else
but themselves
But if you were real with her, she could be coaxed out of her shell
She might be short with you, but it came from a good place. She meant well
There goes that red-haired girl on her mission again, so focused and yet detached
Working hard yet ever searching for that which she wants most: a relationship that's built to last
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