So you like the color of my skin a bit light skin. My hair I wear straight or curly. You say my legs are sexy
You wonder why I am so quiet almost sad. It,s because you don,t see the woman underneath I am afraid to express myself. I didn,t get to where I am now. It is not by my looks but hard work jobs or being a housework.
I refused to become a sex symbol and was harrased. I knew though I wouldn,t be the strong woman I am. A man did tell me that my strength was my beauty. That made me feel great. That is great and makes me fulfilled.
Is this a poem? It sounds like it 😯
No just my thoughts
Well you have some really good and deep thoughts