On the prowlA Poem by Black RoseUntamed, and wild Born a graceful child Living the life so gracefully My dreams are growing as big as can be Negativity is always knocking at my door I will not answer anymore Staying positive, always on my toes My sad story stays hidden, know one ever knows My chains and shackles could never hold me down A woman, on my own, I wear the crown No jewels, no gold, no silver at my feet Just a simple smooth heart beat judge me if you wish, there is not point here I start my own engine, I put it into gear My standards are remaining above the sea A Lion, a tiger, a ferocious feline, I am mentally Letting down my mane embracing my growl Move out of my way, this girl is on the Prowl © 2013 Black Rose |
StatsAuthorBlack RoseDetroit, MIAboutI am young and determined writer. I have aspirations and goals of making a career out of it. I would love to become an editor or work for a famous magazine. or even a teacher. I want to eventually pub.. more..Writing
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