~
Her word is a command
Her voice is the order
She exudes grace and power
Sophistication dipped in dangerous syrup
Like the colour of her lips
It was never about her looks
It is in the power of her muse
Her confidence is like a rising sun
She's fearless like the night
Songs about her is longer than the nile
She sits on the table of men and commands respect
She wields power in her person
She's is a testament of transcended being amongst men
~
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A well done poem, typical of the challenge that many women must meet in the face of male chauvinism. It reminded me of the female character in the film "The Blue Angel". Greetings, @dante31.
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