Barefooted I run through Chicago streets,
The sun greeting a lost Queen
The winds caressing my dreads like a fumbling lover
Focused on the here and now
Trailing the future
But leaving smiles in my wake, in your past memory
Humbled before me, silver armbands mark the Goddess
I can see the questions in your eyes
The trail of your tongue over dry lips
My aura dangled before you, forbidden
Smoldering gazes from store bought divas
Au Naturale creeps off of my lavender and vanilla scented skin
Young men, pay attention to your elders
Eternal gentlemen as they tip their hat, and let me read what lust simmers
Just below the Chicago heat
No this isnt a statement of superiority
It is a proclamation of the positivity that fuels my spirit
Expressing through my soul and not afraid to shine…
Strictly Bohemian
