I am not proud of my curves
And the beautiful complexion
And the tender skin
Like the petals of a golden rose
With black dots.
I do not feel arrogant
When the aroma
Emanating from my body,
Attracts every passersby
And distracts their attention,
Freezes their eyes
And turns their blood
Into the clots.
I am not egoistic
Of my blonde
And the rubicund visage
And the dimples
And a pimple
And the mole on the chin.
I am true feminine,
I am true feminine,
I am true feminine.
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