W.O.M.A.N.
Properly picking the perfect arrangement of diction
Of how to provide the most accurate description of woman
Purest complexity in the dissection of the word, letter for letter, one by one
And in doing so explaining the depth in each thru contemplation
W, What she is composed of…
What she knows
And how she converses in codes
The way her hips sway
And her hair thru which the wind blows
The way she upholds her positon as a Queen
Sitting upon her throne
The way she conducts herself with a man’s approach
Humbly declaring her independence
On how she got her own
The way she manages her business
At the table or on the phone
Who she has made a connect
Never burning bridges out of respect
For those having potential to level of exec.
Making her way to the top by simply using intellect
One of the many talents she happens to possess
She never forgets where she emerged from
And in daily thoughts thanks God
From whom her blessings flow
O, the attraction in the sophistication of her optimism…
Her fortitude of positivity, the brightness in her beam
Even though she’s been thru some things
Nightmares of her past thru which she now dreams
Fight harder than ever & grinds by any means
And flies higher than her competition
Soaring thru skies on golden wings
Her confidence defined as humbly supreme
She makes no time for petty things
Especially for women of ignorance
Beefing with them, she holds no tolerance, displaying her levels of diligence
Exploiting her maturity in time’s majority
But lives for moments of fun’s purity
And spontaneous occurrences of pleasuring misery
With her significant other
Whether under the sheets or no need for cover
M, the magnificence of her tactic called manipulation…
The trait known as such, descending from the nature of Eve
Her internal ability to convince any man to believe
Every word from her mouth she could possibly breathe
The ability to twist a man around her finger
According to her simplest wants & needs
It is also the mistaken messages she displays
From the simplest complexities
To the cryptic-like Da Vinci code cards she plays
To her significant other
Labeled as her “confusing ways”
An obstacle-infested challenge of a maze
Her man is the lab rat
In search of the cheese, symbolizing her happiness
With wishful thoughts of his possession
Of the ability to tenaciously overcome anything she throws his way
Basically, ultimately the dependence of him to stay
And thru thick & thin, united will they pray to Thee
Making it noticeable enough to acknowledge that she will forever love him assiduously
A, ambitiously displaying her indomitable intelligence
Transcending from her potential to obtain ultimate success
Humbly & morally ascending to the top thru the cracks of relevance
The sky is the limit
As for how high she gets, there’s no tellin’ this
Even though her vehement for the paper chase is like no other
She does let it control her life
There much more compassionate love
Especially knowing the love of God kept her so long
Thru blessings & grace
Constant reminders in her steps does she trace
The trials, tribulations & struggles that she’s paced
Now faith stronger than ever
Grind harder than better
She know she not perfect
But that doesn’t upset her
Been thru the trenches
No storm she cannot weather
Nor dare reach the caliber of her measure
N, underestimation of the complex ability to compassionately nurture
To the family begat unto her, displaying the potency of her vehement
The unlimited patience and unconditional love never changing
Conditionally mint
She is the mortar holding together the brick
The angel Heaven sent
The unselfish rapport between her & her man
Spontaneous vacation days spent
In the arms of each other
The warmest embrace, resemblance of her mother’s
Safe & secure
At this point her conscious has enabled her
To free herself to this man
Placing all of her trust in his hand
Realized that he is “the one”
And into her heart did he happen to land
The chemistry between them is simple
She is his oxygen & he is her carbon dioxide
Whenever the world is on her back
He provides the sense of exhalation
And when life has its hands around his neck
She provides the air for him to break free & breathe
He knows she not perfect
But thru eyes perfection he perceives