Beware young princess that they don't knock you down until your heart beats to the rhythm of their anger.
For today they sing choruses of your praises to the hills,
And tomorrow they mock your moral campus that stands for justice.
Guard your heart with characteristics of substance.
Spray your skin with the indistinguishable scent of purity.
Let the negativity that they cast as heavy stones towards your bossom be soaked by hollow hearts and ears.
Galvanize your posture with class.
Let your presence command their attention as they eat their words...
Soar to greater heights my nubian princess! The soil is your footstool to success.
It craves the delicate touch of your shapely footprint.
When the dust has settled into nothingness, your glorious deeds shall echo in the smooth sand dunes of the Sahara.
©t_bray
T