The love of my generation is the love of self
Against the days of our mothers, it involves no one else
Etiqutte, beauty , finesse is not part of this tale
No shame, this ain't no game
Prize to be won covered in all that's superficial
Depends on how hard you play to your mind's beat
Play with words, actions, catcalls and whispers
We can take the heat!
This kitchen is for us
Where is all that grace?
That floating, quiet, determined, beautiful, grace
Acheiving a lot.....
Not saying a lot....
To be feminine in its truest form
To our story there is no other plot.
