A short Poem by Margaret Bailey on "warring" with people..
Raw Chaw go a foreign, everywhere she go,
She warring wid everybody, lawd have mercy!
What wrang wid dat chile do eh?
She go a di store, fi get are ears bore,
Before you know, she a fight di salesman pon di floor,
Mi say gal yu is a disgrace, fi cause uproar in a dem place,
You talk bout yu a look sale, yu better si if dem ave sum class
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Because me no want no fight in dis ere town,
Raw Chaw a tink yu better be movin on,
Before litening and tunder struck yu down.