It’s Wrong

Tell me it’s wrong that I should

Lower my gaze in a mans presence

Tell me it’s wrong that I find comfort in

long sleeves and jeans that let me breath

Tell me it’s wrong that

my make up is the natural shape of my eyes

curve of my lips already blushing with this untreated tint

Tell me that am


Old fashioned

A woman possessed with integrity and obsessed with passion

Your definition of sexy doesn’t sway me

I wont lose my sense of self


Admire if you’d like but you cant touch me

Encase my body not with lust but dignity


Quench yourself with respect for me

Fantasize over my humanity


Agonize over the flow of my thoughts

The exquisiteness of my words

The gorgeousness of my actions

The growth of mind, body and spirit

Tell me that’s wrong