The Woman In Me

THE WOMAN IN ME she sometimes wears stilletos but she comes from the ghettos, she has a fine taste in music she hates music of broken hearts and crying children. she loves gardens and the smell of freshly roses she is a hopeless romantic, yet she does not love romance but fun. she wears turban for thoughts as she wraps her mind with wisdom. she wears her nails ,as tough as wrinkles she keeps claws so she scratch her way out of abusive relationship. she knows disco lights but she keeps her body indoors for police lights come in sirens to have her body to dance for music of insults or pay with her thighs. she wears make ups sometimes, she hates to see black eyes on her and fake smile. she is curious,men call her medusa as she leaves them as stones-tombstones. she is an emotional wreck,she throw tantrums like mood swings she gave birth to tornadoes when she lost her wings. she wears lip stick but she can swallow a man without her mouth, no man wants a woman with a mouth. by:TSHEDISO SEROKI