A True Lady

DS · (#1 (**permalink**))

Look! Do you see her over there?
Sshhâ€¦Just look at the way she carries herself
With the grace of some kind of Fairytale maiden.
Sheâ€™s laden with an essence of purity, yet
Thereâ€™s a certain sexiness in her stride that insights curiosityâ€¦
What do they call it? Ah yeahâ€¦â€?a quiet confidenceâ€?!
THAT can never go un-noticed.
And in her eyes, if you were man enough for her to even let you get that close,
I imagine youâ€™d see passion reserved for â€˜Mr Rightâ€™
And self-love preserved, despite the failings of any man who was once, deserving.
Sheâ€™s a woman of substance.
Iâ€™m guessing sheâ€™s a woman that knows her worth
And that shehas no need to demand respect, cos respect, SHE commands.
And those in her circle surely succumb to her prowessâ€¦
Iâ€™ve seen how they wear their association with her with pride, like a new suit or dress.
Hmmâ€¦In a past life, I figure she must have been an Empress, or Enchantress,
With knowledge of love of heart and of soul.
She reminds me of those mothers, daughters, sisters, lovers
And every real woman I know.
Hey!..why you laughing? I ainâ€™t crazy!
That, my friend, IS a True Lady.

(#2 (**permalink**))

clp)I really enjoyed that. Thanks for sharing.

DS · (#3 (**permalink**))

Cheers2u for reading it!

eskay · (#4 (**permalink**))

Simply..Beautiful!

Fort 5 · (#5 (**permalink**))

dat piece was stunning. gives alot to my imagination and leaves alot in da reader's mind about the purity of ur design. i can say its almost perfect however is it written wid sincerity or brag.

amazing eskay. u mustknow a thing or two aboutspoken word. keep voicing ur words coz they shine!

eskay · (#6 (**permalink**))

Fort5.. you got us mixed up..I was merely complimenting DS's words.. your praise/admiration is for his words/thoughts on a 'True Lady'..

blackneck · (#7 (**permalink**))

'You are in love with Tommy,
Because his last name is Hilfiger,
But behind closed doors, Tommy,
Is calling you a n*gger,

But you could care less,
Because you have been taught to dress to impress,
If I ask you about your true history,
You would have to look on the back of your jeans and Guess,

You come up in the club wearing Versace,
Clothes made by a homosexual male,
So even when you say you are straight,
It is very hard to tell,
And for footwear, you wear Timberlands,

Even under the sun,
That same tree that's the symbol for them,
Could have been the same one your ancestors were hung from,

I cannot forget Nautica,
When was the last memory you have of ships,
Coming to North America in shackles,
Being beaten over the back with whips,

And to my beautiful black queens,
Whose creative womb has become barren,
I am confused because your face says Nefertiti,
But your sweater reads Donna Karen,

When was the last time you saw Liz Claiborne,
Conversing with black women,
But as soon as her name is printed on a purse,
To Macy's you quickly go, running,

Ralph Lauren doesn't even look at black men,
Unless they are driving him around town,
But as soon as that slave master appears on the back of a horse,
You put whateve r you have picked up down,

My people reclaim your status in this world and in your life,
F.U.B.U. in case you didn't know, stands for (For Us By Us),
Buying black will someday suffice,
Do you know who owns Timberland fashion?

Well, Timberland is owned by the president of the KKK,
Surprised? Don't be.
Read more books black people,
Always hope for the best and prepare for the worst,
You may not get what you pay for,
But you'll surely pay for what you get.

~ Maya Angelou