The Girl


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

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