7/21/2011
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Standards
you said my standards were too high
It was too hard to win my prize
Not worth the effort is what I heard
That’s when I knew, to you
I was
just a pretty face with thick thighs
and brown eyes
Foolishly you thought my treasure
was hidden in the center of my folds
you only wanted to lay between my thighs
and look into these brown eyes
I am a rare jewel, uniquely created
for the Kingdom of God
you cannot find me at Thrift town
or at the corner five and dime
I am fearfully and wonderfully made
from a royal blood line with
an inheritance that would melt your eyes
and blind your senses.
I see now you are here only for desert
not willing to go the nine course meal
that my love can bring,
only wanting the sweetest of things
You don’t know
that just a taste of my crème brule
would make you an addict
for life
Its rich, full flavored
with different levels of deliciousness,
like wine there are many flavors of me.
you cannot discern my true essence by starting with desert.
my sweetness is not on tap
without a ring, without a vow
because I choose to live and not to die
by lowering my standards for a lousy
three minute ride.
Standards
They’re everywhere, don’t you see?
The USDA has standards
The FAA, FBI, even the LAPD
So why NOT me?
I’m grade A, top notch, 5 star, cream of the crop.
If you cannot see my worth. You are not worth my time.
Your coy smiles, sweet words, and little presents
do not catch my eye.
to have this Queen you must reach for the top
be willing to grasp the golden ring
I’m worth every bead of sweat, Ev-ery Drop,
every deep sigh and moment of confusion.
I am a woman of God.
Lover of His spirit.
Royalty.
Princess.
Divinely Anointed.
© 2009 Chanel Johnson
