Grown Men
Grown men be looking at me.
But I can't figure out what they see.
Is it my young face,
And my small waist.
Is it my eyes
Or my thick as thighs.
Is it my smile
Or my sassy style.
Is it my lucious lips
That remind them of tulips.
Is it my curves
Because I know they constantly observe.
Or is it my Personatlity
That fits me so tightly.
Copyright © Garcelle Bouciaut | Year Posted 2007
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