Not sure if I'm the woman that you make me out to be. There are lots of parts and pieces that make the whole of me. You can very well say that I am many women in one frame. And to not know them all would surely be a shame.
There's the conservative one that can have dinner with your folks. The outgoing social girl that can laugh at all the jokes. The more serious woman that worries about our future. The practical adult that cleans the wound and adds the suture. The insatiable vixen that enjoys a lot of play. The shameless little hottie that delights all night and day. The clearheaded and responsible, the fiscally observant. The naughty one that's waiting to play your loyal servant. The beautiful woman that commands attention in a room. The giggly little girl that allowed this love to bloom. The self confident and assertive lady that initially caught your eye. The scarred and timid person unsure of trust, who doesn't lie. The protector that will fight for all that she deems hers. Who will bring down her wrath, her curses and the slurs. The faithful one that worships and trusts in God's good word. The lover of technology, the proud and rightful nerd. The warrior in the midst ready to do battle and provide. The general on the frontline who will never leave your side. The dreamer and the doer who's aware of the job description. That will weave this love we have into a soluble prescription. The writer and the poet who sometimes just can't say, the way you make her feel or the troubles that are in her way.
All these things are part of me and more that have not been said. This Is Who I Am. Are you ready for what you've read?
© 2008
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
This Is Who I Am
This is who I am and only God knows
The currents with which my full life flows
Strong beyond belief
Full of beauty and full grief
With love beyond compare
Unwilling at times to share
Different than what you've had
Not always good, not always bad
Hair dyed and curls in place
Not a wrinkle on this yellow face
A little white, a little black
And I always got your back
Wild with passion, a fury to contend
Will never lie and won't pretend
Can't fake what I don't got
This realness is worth a shot
Can overlook another's faults
Expect the same, don't like assaults
Shy and quiet when thoughts weigh me down
Thoughtful at times does not mean a frown
In love with the truth, will walk on a lie
Omission or permission that shit just won't fly
This topic is well worth repeating
I will not stand for a man cheating
And that is more than a physical affair
Greedy with emotion, time and your care
I'm different, unique, salty and sweet
Polished enough for your parents to meet
I'm hungry, relentless behind the closed door
Will take it in bed, the kitchen or floor
Imperfect in every sense of that connotation
Perfect only in my sin and your adoration
Perhaps not what you thought you'd want
But it makes sense though I sometimes can't
This is who I am, simple and true
The question is this, am I the one for you?
© 2008
The currents with which my full life flows
Strong beyond belief
Full of beauty and full grief
With love beyond compare
Unwilling at times to share
Different than what you've had
Not always good, not always bad
Hair dyed and curls in place
Not a wrinkle on this yellow face
A little white, a little black
And I always got your back
Wild with passion, a fury to contend
Will never lie and won't pretend
Can't fake what I don't got
This realness is worth a shot
Can overlook another's faults
Expect the same, don't like assaults
Shy and quiet when thoughts weigh me down
Thoughtful at times does not mean a frown
In love with the truth, will walk on a lie
Omission or permission that shit just won't fly
This topic is well worth repeating
I will not stand for a man cheating
And that is more than a physical affair
Greedy with emotion, time and your care
I'm different, unique, salty and sweet
Polished enough for your parents to meet
I'm hungry, relentless behind the closed door
Will take it in bed, the kitchen or floor
Imperfect in every sense of that connotation
Perfect only in my sin and your adoration
Perhaps not what you thought you'd want
But it makes sense though I sometimes can't
This is who I am, simple and true
The question is this, am I the one for you?
© 2008
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