She Doesn't Understand

She doesn’t understand
How a man, could love her naturally.
How a man
Could look her square in the eyes
And realize her true potential.

She doesn’t understand
That a man like myself
Does not want her for her body,
her booty, her boldness, her brown skin.

She doesn’t understand
that I like her for her.

Her human-self, her laughter,
her ladylike lavender.
Her mind, her mysticism,
her melody, her inner-music.

She doesn’t understand

That her rhythm is regal,
That her radiance is a ritual.

And, I don’t know why…
Maybe she’s used to the
same ole’ guys who lie
without reasonable alibies

The kind who plays games
And drivers her mentally
and spiritually insane.

She doesn’t understand
That a man could actually
love her for her.

It’s a tragedy that she
sits at the bar
Looking afar, beyond
the man on the mike
Who knows what she needs,
her every likes.

She just doesn’t understand…

© Christopher Donshale Sims 02/04/2008