Lady

I am a lady.
I dress to impress.
I am a lady.
I smile to repress.

I swear to you that I am a lady.

When my head is held high && my lips are so smooth.
When my blouse is cut low && I whisper dirty things to you.

I am a lady!

...But wait...

Would you appreciate me if I happened to let my guard down or give in to that "desire" within?

Let a lady do her job.
Let me take you to a place you've never been.
You can have me. You can own me.
Just as long as I receive my bounty.


I think I had an idol once who said, "A wise girl kisses, but never loves." Something along those lines.

I constantly fool myself in to thinking that I can win at a game that's never been won. When I'm touched && "loved", I really start to wonder if there are angles above. Are they laughing at me or...disgusted with me? No matter the emotion, I will always say,

"I am a lady".

With everything to hate on the inside, I state,

"I don't know".

But it's okay. Why?

I am a lady.

I will prove to myself && all of you!

"I am a lady".