Her Swag

Sullen and morose she walked
Lost in thoughts of despair
Her mind bore great weights
And her heart ached sore

She imagined the future
Stricken with uncertainty and fear
She thought and thought
And worried and worried

The folds on her skin scared her
She feared for her tummy's size
"Dear Lord, please", she asked
"Deliver me from all this"

But her Maker smiled wide
He looked down and laughed
For she knew not His plans
Plans of good not evil

Through the night's silence He called
"You are the Most Beautiful
"The Most Wonderful of my works
"Trust me", He said
"Thou art still full of charm"

He serenaded her soul
In sweet song of the night
Her joy had returned
And her mien lively again

Now behold her step
Wielding her hips in glorious sway
Flaunting those curves enchantingly
O yes, she's got it back
She got back her swag!

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