I look at her and I see beauty, radiant skin, mysterious look, something exotic.
Lips perfectly painted burgundy red, hair kinky as dreads, yet Its enlighteningI Wish to be her, she is free, she is strong, she carries her burdens with grace and poiseShe is mother to all and father to most, everyone gravitates towards her for she is magnecticI am in love with her, she, all that is within I inspire to be, I stare in awe with thoughts blank because I am astounded By her beautyDon't know what to call her, a name does not do her justice, for Whats in a name?I can only gasp at her presence, she leaves me breathless, oh how I inspire to be her, she.Wish I can inhabit her space, Wish I could inherit her ways, she is kind, blind to all hatred, deaf to all evilShe.Stoned face says it all, peace is written across her face, she is WHO I live to beShe remains nameless for it does her no justice, I can only call her She.