[Original Poem Written Spring 2012]

Is it my self worth that scares you?
Or maybe my high standards?
A woman who knows her value seldom needs a man to weigh her.
Tell me what do you see in me?
High heels, pretty face something like a Queen Bee.
But a woman uses not her looks for attention but as an accessory.
What’s in between her legs doesn’t compare to what’s in between her ears.
Because a woman with intellect is a woman to be feared.