Lucy

Lucy was a vision that I came across

Her denim jeans showed moves and sass

She played like a innocent being called on in school

Raising her hand as a formality to the rule

Woman knew here game and how to play

Coy with her look and words she would say

Leaving no doubt the assets she had

Voicing her requests with the effect of the crown

Playing a game with a fist full of numbers

Until there was nothing and her ticket went asunder

One dream lost begets another vision

And a pocket gets lighter with another incision

But whatever she loses she always has cache

In the way her silhouette follows as  sassafras

Confident in how she knows how she’s looked at

Lucy has the confidence as the rarest aristocrat