A woman like me is not for everyone
Because black diamonds are rare
And that not every sauce of mine
Require tomatoes, I need some chili
Masculine figure- with brain and Gut
Some that can stimilute me- adding
value to my bar-code- Teaching me
what's new and what was- keeping me awake
Working hand in hand- On accomplishing
My Destiny- Only who can understand
That when I am Fine- I feel so much
Inner peace- that the Machine goes on
Mute- an understanding of my
constancy and my unconstancy
Someone to completes the 432Hz in me
Who can listen to the silence and find
The Greatness of Peace In the Silence
Which I can contemplate- I will be a note on
his Fridge- and him the marvellous flowery
gel I crave so much to shower with
In order to stimulate and Appease my
Soul- The one who will embrace my smile
And hurts and feel my need to spreadlove
to the beggars- and drug addict and who'll
help me to give a hand to whoever needs!
A woman like me cannot be for everyone
And everyone is not for me- nevertheless
I recognise the particular scent and shades
of all the flowers that I can smell and see!