The Pride of a Woman
The pride of a woman lies in the bare root of her soul,
The content of her character and the switch in her strole,
The greatest once wrote with not a single lie,
That she danced like she got diamond at the meetings of her thighs,
You can see in her face a phenomenal woman none the less,
With her pride brightly shining shaming all she don’t impress,
The pride of a woman lies in the steal barrier that guards her heart,
All other emotions showing but protects that special part,
The pride of a woman lies in the place that tells her what she’ll be,
Her character, her strole, her face, her soul, in you and all in me.
By: Breanna Givens
poem by Breanna Givens
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