LADY

Did you mute the RJM Lounge Player first?

Sista, I do not need to see the tops of your breasts bare

to know they’re there,

nor the flesh of your cheeks where butt and thighs meet

to know you have a bangin physique.

My days of roamin the street

lookin for women to meet dressed like freaks

are far behind me.

That garb only reminds me

of how trifling I used to be.

Now, I know each of you is able

to bring more to the table

than I used to give credit for,

but stable employment and ambition,

titles and positions

might as well be breasts and cheeks, too,

if used to accomplish the same mission.

Sista, are you listening?

I'm looking for a queen, not a vixen.

I want a partner, not competition

who's always trying to put my pants on

attempting to lock me up in the kitchen

barefoot and metrosexualized…

Huh, neva that.

The woman I've conceptualized is

neither nor. They're too extreme.

I love y’all somewhere in between –

displaying your self-esteem like plumage:

With your shoulders back.

and head held high.

Sexy regality displayed in every stride you take

with that pendulous ladylike gait –

Leaving somethin to my imagination

without looking colder than a battle hardened soldier

in corporate uniforms with broad, padded shoulders.

I want to bathe in the rays of your femininity,

and behold you in your wondrous femaledom

as it was meant to be fully appreciated by all

who are blessed to be in the presence of – a LADY.

-HymnAgen

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