It's the thunder of my laugh
The melody of my voice
The softness of my cries
That creates a world of mystery
It's the way my hair flips
The fullness of my lips
And the way my hips dip
That allows me to revel in any scene
It's the thickness of my thighs
The fire and desire in my eyes
The purpose behind my strides
All the stretch marks I try to hide
That makes me a beautiful queen
Physically, I may be flawed
Emotionally, my heart may need to thaw
Mentally, I am sometimes unstable
Spiritually, I connect with the one who is able
Despite my infamous name
People want to play game
Strong and passionate
Quick-witted spitfire
I award my perfect imperfections
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC
It's the thunder of my laugh
The melody of my voice
The softness of my cries
That creates a world of mystery
It's the way my hair flips
The fullness of my lips
And the way my hips dip
That allows me to revel in any scene
It's the thickness of my thighs
The fire and desire in my eyes
The purpose behind my strides
All the stretch marks I try to hide
That makes me a beautiful queen
Physically, I may be flawed
Emotionally, my heart may need to thaw
Mentally, I am sometimes unstable
Spiritually, I connect with the one who is able
Despite my infamous name
People want to play game
Strong and passionate
Quick-witted spitfire
I award my perfect imperfections
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