Fire In Her Belly

Standing

In the room

Faded jeans

Cowboy boots

Hair gone wild

Lipstick shining

Fancy woman came

Looking down

Right past me

As if she knew

Who I was

What I do

All I gotta say

Bless your heart, lady

You don’t know

Diddly squat

Damn thing

I’m not “just” nothing

Clock puncher

Lotion rubber 

Pretty face

Easy mark 

Limited resource

Like you think

I’ve got fire in my belly

Passion in my soul

Knowledge and understanding

 Drive to succeed

A body that won’t quit

Iron will to do things my way

Fearlessly

While everyone else

Stands there 

Staring

Faded jeans

Cowboy boots

Business owner

Creative writer

Massage babe

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