I am Cleo, my mother's daughter,
I have her body
Her smile
The sway of her hips
Her seduction
Her addiction
To loving men
Just another sin
I have her weaknesses
That questionable tone
A nod into a caress
Giving in to the other sex
For more sex
And I have no shame
Because good girls keep their legs close
But someone forgot the sugar
When adding my spice
I'll make you feel nice

I am Cleopatra, my father's daughter,
I have his skin
His charming personality
His long fingers
That touches the hair he has blessed
With smooth waves
He backed up with beauty
With a light coating of intelligence
I have deep rooted bitterness
Of things I'll never say
On my back
Does anyone know they are laying with the devil's daughter?
Daddy doesn't know
I sound like my mother in bed
Moaning and groaning
He gives everything
Most men couldn't
Plus love
But also
He gives me a taste of danger
The kiss of a gun
That takes the fun out of the weekends
But one thing he knows is I'll never be too big to sit in his lap

I am Cleopatra De Carlo, Angelique's sister
I have the same body
Her same lips
That same frown
That I make into a smile
I am her yin
Because she's my yang
She is the darkness
I fill with light
She is the painting
That I frame
No matter what they think, we will never be the same
But we have unspoken agreement
That we love each other
In our queer ways
I touch her hair
She slaps it away
Our mutual greeting
That we have accepted
Differences
That DNA can't fix
And I'll always stop by
Because I'm proud of her
For becoming the lady I never was.

Jan 15, 2002
Angel Ashton