i ain't beat

i ain't beat

not even bruised

i'm cool as shit

like

breezes searching through strands of hair

bouncing on strong shoulders

i got SUN shine, baby...

beaming for me

making them baby browns

lighten with sparks that smile

turning my 5'4

[5'5 on a good day]

into Amazon statures

causing my limbs

to lengthen in stride

allowing me to glide

stepping on and over

whatever dares to tumble me down

eyes catching my shadows

gentlemanly nods

damn girls

and yes ma'ams

in interested glimpses of

a vision of womanly guile...

yes, indeedy...i got enough to feed the needy

i ain't beat, no sir...

butterflies trail me

flowers bending at my path

the kween is...

well, i just AM

and i am glorious!

love still swirls in me

my world still turns

dreams still exist

my heart still pumps sweet life

i ain't beat...

i ain't beat by

the aches of disappointment

the failed attempts

the folks that THINK they know

because someone TOLD em so...

the dissipating bonds

the feeling that there's no one left

to rely on

the tears that fall

and the yearnings that call

none of it

is fit

to beat me!

but of course...

i'm sure,

that there are those

who may feel strongly

that their words,

ways,

reasons and treasons

took me out

and didn't count on

my backbone

to hold me up through the trip ups...

i'm sure that those

who know good and damn well

that the stories they sell

are not worth enough

and

can never stand alone against the truest me...

they may pray that i lay still

immobilized by their wills

thinking i'm affected by backs turned

deflected points

projected guilts

and lies on stilts

not knowing that

i ain't beat...

i've got SUN shine, baby...

a solar star's energy

aflame within

bringing love

typifying pulchritude

and a kween's attitude...

standing on a square

crown still intact

hell nah...

i ain't beat,

why should i be?