These eyes that are my soul have seen stories waiting to be told.
These curves I own swayed in rythms only I've known.
Lips that often spoke truths, kissed the devil playfully while given mediocrity a deuce.
These legs strutted in and out of heels, fed my mind with superfluity of feminine feels.
My arms embraced the pain that built my strength, the glorious days that instilled virtues in a positive way.
This role of woman I was meant for, amongst a tribe just as astounding, impacting an often critical world; nevertheless continuing to soar.