She stands perfectly her hips compliments her walk, and her eye's compliments her smile. she stands limitless of beauty with her hair falling gorgeously down to her back. like a water fall her words flow with endless serration. My mind wonders as i gaze upon such divine truth. She's the Flawless drawing of an artist collection,  The Mona' Lisa in Picasso's vault. She's a ghetto goddess, The blue print to a perfect woman. A master piece of any mind's conjured thought. She's the rose that grew from concrete.