To My Goddesses

To My Goddesses :

My strong Steady Goddess,
Lift that head,
Looking down,
With it leaning that way,
The world cannot appreciate your crown,

Those tears are your virtue,
They don't mean your weak,
You are just a bit tired,
Even stone temples leak,

Now put on your make-up,
And line those eyes well,
So they hold up to a hurricane,
And show,
You can still give em hell,

And a crimson red lip,
To let the world see,
That you do what you have to,
To remain as steady,
As a wise Oak tree,

And put of that fashion,
That makes them turn heads,
Take a second,
Then third Look,
Before a word can be said,

And then with those stilettos,
Strap em up tight,
Cause you are a warrior queen,
Always ready to fight.

And walk out each morning,
Ready to make the world your own,
Cause you are a queen among divas,
Born to set your own tone.

By.Dustin Atwood Copyright16datwood