Urban Sophistication

The swing of your hips.

The gloss on your lips.

Your back holds a dip.

The way you hold your head, nose in the air.

Running your fingers through your hair.

Catching looks,some good some bad.

Dudes glad(chicks mad).

A concrete rose.

French manicure with french tip toes.

Classy and above all things (never below) never in the category of those called "hoes".

You're oh so certain everyone knows...you're not cocky or stuck up.

Just simply elegant and confident.

                                                                          -Urban Sophistication 

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