first_imgKorpo stuns me everytime I meet herIn a male dominated area in her bootsHer duty calls at nights out in the coldSweetly as a sip of air she talks securityTonight I cannot sleep at all as she sitsOn the white Australian polythene chairUp over her back I raised a tent wall barIt could me found in that place probablyWill I embrace my choice of job so well?The Security LadyKorpo has eyes like a sparkle white doveMahogany cannot justify her shiny beautyJet black by day or night with some glowRemarkably she steps up to all tasks givenSeated as against sleepers the rain poursUniformed still to the black pant white topPainted girly in her fuscia warmer till dawnDestined to make it over the valley enrouteWill I appreciate what life sways dish me?The Security LadyShare this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)last_img read more