Look at her move
Look at her go
She's a bad chick and everyone knows.
The way that she moves, the way that she flows.
Everything she touches turns to pure gold.
She juggles many hats, never dropping a one.
When it comes to her family, she revers the like our Heavenly Father does his only son.
She walks through fire without getting tired and does whatever it takes if it's required.
But what really sets her apart is how her love comes without condition.
She's Holy Ghost filled using The Word for nutrition.
She knows her worth ever since her rebirth.
A queen like no other.
She's my wife and child's mother.
And queen.
Submitted: September 22, 2016
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Nancy1724
I like tha way it flows. The rhythm is great. But I believe you shouldn't write a poem into a parapragh like this:)
Thu, September 22nd, 2016 10:27am