Thursday 5 August 2010

Myself

The gleam of my teeth,
The swing of my hips,
The legs that walk to the beat,
The pouting of my lips.

Bright eyed and bushy tailed,
Dresser awash with beauty samples,
Dress sense i have nailed,
In the fashion world, i dabble.

My jeans dark blue,
My top bright pink,
Aligned with gold-pair of beautiful shoe,
I'm bought a drink.

My intelligence vivid
The mind ethereal
Anger anything but livid
I am nothing but myself

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