Externally it seems <br />that I frivolous am, <br />but inside me deep, <br />live Lady 'Prudery'. <br />Unsure often <br />Ask I myself: <br />who really I am? . <br />Am perhaps frivolous <br />or am lady prudery's? <br />Am a woman who loves <br />without reservation, <br />or this who in all only <br />hesitate and reservations seeks, <br />problems, difficulties always to see, <br />instead of let them go <br />on its free course... <br />No lady Prudery, <br />I want not <br />with you live more, <br />you inhibit me to being <br />my real me. <br />On my way I want <br />farther ahead go.... <br />I guess I just have sense <br />who is my really 'me'. <br />I'm this woman with wings, <br />who so like fly and smile. <br />who with sing on my lips <br />the pleasure pass out, <br />not allow any reproaches, <br />no limitation, no fear... <br />Who knows <br />how have to live, <br />has no fear <br />about the future <br />Who knows <br />that only today, <br />the present time, <br />will us to guide <br />on the right way..... <br /> <br />(c) shipka<br /><br />Maria Shipka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-i-am-64/
