My Walk

My Walk

Everyone says they like the way I talk

But no one seems to notice the way I walk.

I don’t walk too straight to show my pride

But I don’t slouch over to show sadness is on my mind.

I walk with an attitude that has a secret touch

Then I whip my hair a little but not too much.

I walk slow enough for everyone to know I’m there

But then speed up so they don’t stare.

I walk with color showing in my shoes

And flashy colors in my shirt matching my Jimmy Choos.

Yes I also like the way I talk

But I love the way I walk.