MY WAY
Is it my eyes that hypnotize you?
Is it my speech that wakens you? Is it my touch that arouses you? Is it my thigh that attracts
you. Is it my thoughts that enlighten you?
Is it my walk that distracts you? Is it my dance that entices you?
Is it my breast that nourish you? Is it my poem that sings to you? Is it my fingers that guide
you?
Is it my smile that humors you? is it my backside that makes you dream? is it my neck that
motivates you?
is it my face that wonders you. Is it my chin that sparks creativity.
Is it my hips that allow you to think of tomorrow, the hips that reflect greener pastures and the
"birth of a Nation". The hips, that rotate on albums of "i know I can, do it, be what i wanna be,
timeless anthems, Minnie rippleton, Donnie Hathaway, Coltrane, and Puente beats.
My hips. That move and spread, and glide. Like a futuristic glide, a matrix, a change, a growth, a
seed, a cypher.
OR....
Maybe, just Maybe, it's just my way.
The way, i sound, the way I sweat, the way I cry, the way I sing, the way I sit, the way I cross my
legs, the way I bathe, the way i sleep, the way i eat, the way i stare, the way I "humph", the way i
stand.
the way i choose, to be just Me.