"The Lady Dies"

This is something that has been on my mind for quite a while. It seems like everywhere I look, I see so many women who have forgotten what it is to be a lady. Being a lady is not a four-letter word, or anything to be ashamed of. I grew up watching women being ladies, and it just seems that it's a dying art these days. Maybe I'm just getting old! But there is something to be said for being a lady :)

"The Lady Dies"

the lost art of the lady
the gentleness of the refined woman
diminishing
fading into the background
as the world passes her by
eulogizes her glory
and reminisces on her days of splendor
lady
lady
what has happened to you
your beauty now replaced
by cheaper
weaker reflections of womanhood
you have given yourself away
only to find you have become
exactly who you have looked down upon
the lady dies
your demand for respect
has left you bitter and lonely
the lady dies
lady
lady
you have closed your legs
and opened your mind
only to go unnoticed
ignored
and dumped by the side of the road
the lady dies
you have bartered small pieces of your soul
for love
or something that gets you through another night
the lady
she dies
your death is slow
painful
and void of light
who is this lady
she is the strong single mom
she is the woman with the bright eyes
yet sad heart
the lady does not live on her back
or her knees
but make no mistake
she is all woman
she is the quiet woman
who watches her counterparts
soak up the limelight
she is the hottest pot on the stove
although never is she put on the front burner
she is the most beautiful of all
the sparkling diamond
in a sea of pearls
if you care to take a closer look
you will find that she is everywhere
she answers to the name lady
because she knows in her heart
she has no choice
she is a lady
whether you are looking or not
whether you respect or understand her
whether she is ignored
or secretly adored
the lady cries
loves
waits
hopes
and she dies
but
she remains a lady

Copyright Antoinette Davis
12/2/2013