She Poem by Rayniece D. Clayborne

My heart throbs.
The music of life has been very kind.
even after to have learned to dance..once
having no rythm.
My beautiful is no longer engulfed with
resentment...and the hidden shadows
they don't stamp my love light.
A madame of great strength.
This truley a time of celebration!
NO lie...I try...to do the right thing..by all.
Mocha B's curvy..no shame in admitting.
But you can bet...I still get my glide on Baby.