She moves slowly
Takes her time to really enter a space.
She is not careless, but her vibe is
CANNOT-BE-BOTHERED.
A soft gaze reserved for her lovers.
A stern gaze for all others.
Her love is not unconditional
.
She makes no apologies
Fueled by 2 parts love,1 part rage
Her hair holds history
her hips hold mystery.
She is not to be possessed.
She is not your mule.
She is not your mule.
She is not your mule.
She will not be your salvation
She will not be your rehabilitation
She will not be your expectation
She is not yours.
Her body is hers to own
,
Her intellect is hers to enjoy
She belongs to herself.
Enjoy her while you can
She will not always be here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem