Poem for Poetry Class

Rosy Red

Wherever she goes

 Men drop to their knees,

 Kissing her toes, pedicuring her feet.

They love her look, her style, her way of speaking.

For she is a woman only captured in their dreams.

This slender body beauty with bouncy red hair is ideal.

Her confidence is a sun that never sets.

 Her beauty is a star women wish upon or at least admire.

 And she speaks with a rose peddled tongue.

Until, it becomes thorned with the truth.
She often pricks her lips licking clean the wounds

Truth be told, like any other woman she has doubts, insecurities too.

This young lady from Cameroon feels like I do.

 In our strengths and our weaknesses, we appear to be the same.

Yet, she is still she and I am still mhe.

Two beautiful synonyms with individual meanings.

Our sisterhood makes us synonymous