"I Am"

it must be the way i sway my hips ... 
that smile that's drives em wild

it's the arch in back that heels don't give me 

its the soul of a thousand queens that gives me the posture to put guise on they knees ... 
& the nympho in me that makes them want to explore my every avenue
i'd rather wear jeans .. 
sometimes loose fit to avoid the yeast infection walk that these ladies sashay to attract the opposite specimen 
yet, rather rely on my beauty that oozes from me
my hat turned back makes these guise attack wit lust in eye & erection in jeans just ready to try & crack at the shell that hides my lady curves.
i am not girly ..
though occasionally i love treating myself to a pedi or two ..
new shoes, no heels 

so no deal wit the flashy man that likes to dangle his lady like an expensive keychain

i attend the church of EYE because i don't believe in surrounding myself wit the blasphemy of Saturday night slippin from your breathe as you praise God in SUNday morning glory
& though i study the holy books
i seek light through  every form
i am the bookworm .. 
the Googlist, master of always wanting to learn something new, though college course weren't so far up alley ... nor along the lining of pockets...
but my hunger for knowledge overstood the greed to attain an  education.
 
i am the history of my ancestors ...
the very blood that flows through my veins are as lengthy as the Nile & as black as its roots. though my caramel complexion come from the intertwine of my love line, i still live wit the heart of a lion & the nappy roots of my lineage.
i am Cleopatra ..
 
i'm the rock when my friends grow weak & when weary, & yet i find comfort in knowing i can fall into the same compassionate arms of my dear loved ones

& when it seemed i lost one friend i gain 3 in return, the art of friendly mathematics. 

now im no math wiz, but those odds always work out, even in my favor.

i am the canvas ...
 
the very tool the displays the complexities of my woman

from the cup in my breast to the cup in my butt

to the cup in my hand i stand proud 

from the period cycles to the cycle of life

with every 365 days that go by i become more one wit the UNIverse
you'll learn you have to take me in doses .. bare wit me know, you'll learn to love it because you'll learn my intentions, eventually ... 
but they never seem to stay around long enough, & before we can begin 
learning to only see what's on the outside ... but what about what's on the in ?!
i am me .. no matter .. 
whether we meet or not,

the before & the after

the Cleopatra with the canvas & the blood of the Nile streaming through her veins

the baggy jean, no heel wearin

heal where in my heart i know i am very goddess GOD envisioned ..

i am ..