The Beats Goes On Poem by kwane Lamb

Flash…
Speeding…
An enlighten intellect…

Coming your way…
Look out!
Tracking her own as she go…

Asking you…
What you think you know…
About this…

What kind of love are you…
Trying to give me…
Serious or phat…

Games are good in sports…
I will cut you short…
If you can’t come correct…

I am no target…
But a bargain…
(TOP SHELF) …

The best of the best…
Not a contest…
Not a test…

But, the real deal…
Not, a third wheel…
You heel to that…

And I might just let…?
If you are thinking forlorn…
You best start thinking balance…

By no means…am I lost…
Concerning me and my well…
Being… is your best bet…
I am your queen…

Your dream…
Your every desire…
Not clay as for play…

But woman…
A molding of self…
Be with me…

Give me…
My just due…
Right…from you…

Not a want-to-be…
But I am…
W O M A N…
Steel, and silky…
Cold and warm…

Your place of rest…
Your shelter in a storm…
I am your warmth…

Not damaged goods…
But a person to be pampered…
Now and always…

I, I, I, AM…
Your Queen…
Respect that.

Whisperkwane
swtlamb@yahoo.com