Mine is not your smartphone-age flamboyance.
Mine is not your modern 'here-today-gone-tomorrow' kind.
It lies not in my step,
But in the rhythm of my voice.
My flamboyance lies not in the switch of my hips,
But in the slickness of my tongue.
Mine is not stitched in the texture of my garments,
But wrapped in the taste of my words.
It is not in the styling of my hair,
But in the flow of my stanzas.
My flamboyance is not in the structure of my figure,
But in the boldness of my art.