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
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