Some would ask me the way
and the reason
men swoon to me
the way that they do.
Is it because of the size of my butt
fitted into a pair of jeans
or just because I'm
class-y with a "y."
I walk into a room
and all heads turn my way.
Is it because I will not give them the time of day?

Some would ask me the way
and the reason
they get happy
at the touch of my hand
placed firmly upon their shoulder or humanely broad chest.

Some would ask me
the reason they come back for more.

The answer to all of the above is simple:
They swoon because I tend to rise like the sun,the stars,and the moon.
All heads turn my way because I always hear what they say.
They get happy because my swag is so off-set.
They always come back for more
because it is not their duty but, a chore.

They ask me their reason for
loving me...
respecting me...
and the reason for me being the center of attention too.

My reply...
"These hater have nothing else better to do."
Their instinct is to pry,
to speculate,before they checkulate
what they would rather wish they could regulate.

They would ask me
the way and the reason for all of these things...
and then some.

BUT...
As before
the answer to all of the above is simple:
It is because
I am
flawlessly
a
woman