If I said

I carry my swag in my bag

You would be in splits

" That's not cool" you'd retort

I would shrug;

And proceed to convince that

My swag is in my walk, my talk

My mane, my name

You'd deadpan

" I was gonna say the same."

So what's different?

You and me?

What's my swag, and how do I flaunt?

To this my dear, I only want to say

Neither my looks, my talks,

Nor the way I walk,

The things I wear

Make up my swag,

The kindness in my heart

And the love in my eyes

The way they light up

When he is near;

That's my swag, that I swear by,

I don’t wear it on my sleeves

I don’t flaunt it anywhere,

Some things are too precious

Too deep

And they are just yours to keep.

The way I love, the way I live

Is the swag I have,

Is the swag I wear.