Poetry: Players And Pimps

Those rays of sun
Bounce off your bronze skin
At just the right angle
Just the right moment
You shine above the rest
Standing at attention
Guarding your heart
The gatekeeper is on her job
To keep out players
Pimps, and other undesirables
You can't be bought
Or wooed with gold
You can't be crossed
Because you won't go down that road
A strong woman
With her eyes on the prize
You don't need a man
He needs you in his life
That's right!