She is in her element
Her majestic hair reaches to the heavens in loose or kinky tendrils
Each [strand or] chord, their own unique arrangement having their own soliloquy
Her soul windows which belie notes of pain, keeps a bewitching gaze
The fullness of her lips, in many shades or hues holds you in tune with the cadence of her voice
She has strong shoulders, meant to carry her share
She is in her element
The sway of her hips, the rhythm of her swing, a good complement
She has the walk of a lioness, perusing her domain
Her tones vary from coconut to mahogany to ebony
All in harmony, her body, her instrument
[She is woman, resilient, poised and free]
