Culture and Taste**
Her walk, her smile, and the way she carries herself embody something far greater than mere Black pride; they reflect the essence of a future First Lady. She knows the reality of being down on her luck and understands the struggle of facing financial hardships. Michelle Obama, a woman of substance, stood by her husband with remarkable ease and grace, embracing her rich culture and refined taste.
“Oh! Yes, we can!” resonates once more. Proud by nature and proud by choice—onward, Christian soldiers! Barack and First Lady Michelle Obama truly represent the people's choice.
A girl rotting
A girl alone
She is still for hours
She is still forgotten
A girl downtrodden
A girl down on her luck
She is drunk on misery
She wakes hungover on woe
A girl runs on decaf
A girl sleeps away
She is ruined by the hope
She is stuck on pause
A girl with thought and drive
A girl without a way
She is shell of routine
She is but a memory
A girl running out
A girl ill with frustration
She is I
She is me
-s.grace
She was down on her luck, down to her last dollar
And no one around to lend a helping hand
She trusted that sucker but now he was gone for good
As sad songs where played by some old blues band
They rode into New Orleans early last Friday
But now he was nowhere in sight
Maybe another woman’s arms filled him with her charms
And with her he would spend another peaceful night
She herself found a few lovers that stayed the night
But real meals for her hunger were rare
They only wanted what she had just for the moment
As for the rest they really didn’t care
A year or was it two, she couldn’t recall
Just those long one night stands in between
One lonely girl caught up in her world
And still wearing tight Conway jeans
She’s hungry and tired, cold and alone
In a town that shows no mercy at all
They’ll laugh and leave as you die in the street
As only the cold dark shadows give a call
Too many nights alone crying real tears
But no longer will she hunger in pain
She’s now the city’s problem lying cold and dead
In the street that never knew her name
Her walk, her smile,
The way in which she carries herself
Is far more than Black Pride
That the making of a President Wife
She knows the meaning of being down on her luck
She know the meaning of not having a buck
Michelle Obama a woman of substance
stood by her man with, ease, grace
And yes, with culture and taste
Oh! yes we can, once again
Black by nature, proud by choice
Onward Christian Soldiers
Barrack and the First Lady Michelle Obama
The People Choice.
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