Strut (Prose)

I must admit that I am relating to this so much right now. It’s not my shadow, but my booty that I feel moving differently due to me finally creating some consistency in my working out!

stephentotheplate

She walked from her daily bus to her home.

Her walk, as usual uneventful.

But as she walked she watched her shadow.

The shadow bounced.

It’s footsteps were rhythmic and lively.

Who was this woman?

The woman with the confident stride.

The woman with the sassy sway in her hips.

I looked around, knowing there was no one else.

The woman with the confident stride was me.

When I became her I couldn’t tell you.

But I’m so glad I did.

View original post

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s