Swagger
Not just a sexiness
But a way that separates those
who try to imitate
No belt necessary
For her waist is commandingly
proportioned to her mind
Watch her as she speaks
Lips curved to deliver
a teleprompter’s speech
Hands that do accentuate life
She wears her garb
as garbage falls to the wayside
Flawless in every way
She is her own jewel
while they all would love to
rest on her skin
Flowing winds cannot contain her
Mountains and all molehills
crumble to make a way
Rivers plead for birds to
take a cool but passionate dip
to capture their lovely song
Though not a fallen star
the Heavens follow her
With a strategy that
matches her depth
All Hail when she
Enters
Even when not alone