who is she
Who is she?
That woman behind the mirror glancing at
her soul.
who is she?
That being that moves and shapes the world.
That men drool over as if food was on a table in a starving world.
Who is she?
That woman that creates art on her face so
the world cannot find her identity
Who is she?
That woman who paints a smile on her face
while the world watches on admiring her curves and her breasts
Who is she?
That symbol of beauty to many but when she
looks at the mirror tears up at the shame in her eyes. That being that lays
dormant waiting for her prince charming. While monsters gaze at her as if she
was a price which they fought over.
Who is she?
That woman that looks in the mirror and
sees a shell of herself when pieces of her have been striped by the stares of
humanity. That woman who cries herself to sleep trying to conform to the worlds
notion of what is beautiful. That African woman who shakes her curves waiting
for judgement from onlookers who simply don’t give a damn about her.
Who is she?
That woman who pulls her heart close to her
chest while letting her body take all the pain. That woman whose notion of a
perfect man is an illusion of her sexual desires. That woman whose pain is
hidden behind a cold smile that can never be undone.
Who is she?
That woman that would die to be treated
like royalty pampered but when a prince comes along she’s are blinded by her
pain. Who is the woman behind the clothes, the hair, the makeup and that fake
smile. Who is the woman behind… the notion of what beauty is.
Who is she?
That goddess that makes my heart bleed when
she smiles. That woman that makes my knees weak. That woman whose beauty makes
the stars bow down to her. That woman whose eyes gaze into my soul. That woman
who with one gaze can tell my hearts desires.
Who is she?
That woman you runs in my dreams and rides
my imagination till time stands still. That woman who makes me sick at the
mention of her name. that woman who has written in the stars above that she is
the one who will conquer my heart and enslaved it.
Who is she ?
That woman who gazes into my soul, who goes
deeper into my core deeper than God himself ever intended. That woman whose
smile give me light and makes the darkness run in fear.
Who is she?
That woman I’ve met yet my dream are
prophesies of her coming to lift this soul of mine from the life it has made in
the search for her. That woman whose mind is connected to the gods and
goddesses above just because they don’t want to lose touch with her beauty.
Who is she?
That woman whose word are inscribed within
my soul never to be erased by another. That woman whose hand are felt wrapped
around my body at night pushing the
winter blues away. Although I’ve never met her I feel her lips touching mine
whispering secrets that only my heart can ever comprehend
Who is she?
That woman whose essence is instilled in my
being. That woman whose touch makes my body itch or more. That woman which my mind body and
soul crave for her attention
Who is she?
That woman who can command the seas and
change the course of the winds. That woman who sees through my thoughts at her
first glance
Who is she?
That woman whom I’ve never seen yet know so
well. That woman whose voice sounds like angels playing tribute to our maker
Who is she?
that woman
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