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Altercations

Hair Fixed
      Dressed Up 
Heels - Wedges
            Nail Tech
Long and keen
                   Now, I am hitting the streets.

      Driving in a new vehicle
Cadillac is me.
            American made American breed
Booty-delicious on the scene.
      A smile on my face
            Laughter heard
This is because I stopped the world.

      Conversation
             Exchanging of words
                  Standing tall 
                        Feeling myself
                              A woman’s world
                                    Yet, loving man’s intervention.

Altercations will manifest.
      Just an implant to the intelligence 
            An argument that informs the intellect.
What an influence I have!
                  Empowerment for the inner essence
                        Is never ignored yet a mind-set. 

A picture I have formed.
An image of being forever young.
Energy caprices.
Wiles and whims unfatigued. 
      A path defined by
            Mich - Me…
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Written March 26, 2016!

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Lin Lane

Date: 3/26/2016 7:04:00 AM

Score one big one for women...Loved it, Verlena. It's no longer 'a man's world.'

Verlena S. Walker
Date: 3/26/2016 9:37:00 AM

You are very correct Lin. But we still have to love him. Thanks for your super-awesome response. Verlena

Charlie Smith

Date: 3/26/2016 6:54:00 AM

Never ignored by who? A lot of shrink work at play here. Never mind Mitch! Very well done and thought provoking.

Verlena S. Walker
Date: 3/26/2016 9:36:00 AM

Thanks for your super-awesome response Mitch. I would be that shrink. Verlena

Ovidiu Bocsa

Date: 3/26/2016 4:27:00 AM

Congrat. Wishful thinking of the world entire. Charming sweet sorrow on young caprice, under sounds of Paganini caprices. Intelligence is a moral category-as a philosopher said.

Verlena S. Walker
Date: 3/26/2016 4:42:00 AM

What is the congrat for? LOL I love violin music. I would be that philosopher. Thanks for being overwhelm by this poem... Awesome! Verlena