Chocolate skin smooth as Matte
Lips of bubble gum
Nails the color of latte
Elegantly In stilettos
she struts into the party
Eyes locked as she passes by
Hair like Chinchilla draped around her shoulders
She must be the daughter of superfly
Just look at those luminescent eyes
Intimidating all who glance her
Men quiver at the very thought of her giving an answer
All eyes still focused on her radiant silence
She speaks through her eyes,
Looks of curiosity noticing that this woman is eyeing me down
Like an owl to prey
Now all I have to do is unclench my nervous jaw and say "Hey"
Before our silent space fades away in the noise of the party.
-vonsensei
YOU ARE READING
For The Women Of My Generation.
PoetryThese poems are for the brave beautiful women of my generation, that are thriving to hold on to their character admits the degrading of their worth in today's society.
