Fashion Poem by Poetezz Nana Ama

She's the lady of ego, the girl of her prime
She's the center of attraction, an ogling picturesque.

She's the power which encapsulates the minds and eyes of men
The magnet which does people in without a choice.

She's the force seductively piercing into the hearts and souls of many.
She's what everyone craves for, the highest commodity on the international market.

She's the lady who twists and turns the minds of the young with her influence
Giving them hard times to vacillate.
She's a vagrant, a vagabond
Bringing all vagary.

She's like the slim copper-colored model in the pencil heels
who winds and turns her fine waist to the public
And leaves with no choice than to comply.
She's the lady of attention, causing more detentions.

She shines brighter than a constellation
Than a zillion galaxies in the atmosphere.
She's complacent, giving no damn about others.

She's the core of seduction
Slowly moving as lava from a heated volcano magma.

She's the lady with class
Making vulnerable ones kowtow to her whims.

She's Fashion
The lady of generations
She's the inexplicable one.
The lady of her time