Composure

The dress she walks in accentuates her essence

When she comes in she shifts the atmosphere with her presence

Every step she takes she leaves a Trace

She stands her ground and maneuvers around with so much grace

She stays in her lane and minds her own business

She does not consider pruning a punishment from God although it ain’t the sweetest

She tolerates pain because she knows it takes a couple of tears to evolve.

She is not perfect, quite far from the above

But the dress on her body tonight

make you think otherwise

She is a queen among women.

She is not the least bit consumed with fear of the future

Nor does she tremble when the economy does funny things & compromises her leisure

She moves with purpose indeed

And attracts attention without seeking it.

Like the waves in the ocean tossing around

So do her emotions dance around

In her head

As if it was that time of the month

When she stays under the covers

Or maybe on a dance floor whining her curves

Maybe not,

But either way she stays busy - creating, building brick by brick a very solid foundation

For the aspired future that is alive in her head under construction

So alive and bright enough to blind a city of staring eyes

Discomforting her with bad vibes

She is so certain that tomorrow she will hold the yield of today’s toil

Sometimes doubt creeps in whispering "you won't make it baby girl,

This is bigger than you! And where you come from, this is as high as it gets"

But then again, this baby girl always recuperates her composure,

Shakes the creeps off and

Goes on to kick ass!

Composure baby!