HOW BEAUTY WAS UGLY
In my village beauty can be the ugliest thing
Face painted like red wine yet skins are dented with rashes
Hairs were like flowing gowns
Curly and rich in blackness but brains were null and void
They swerve their thick waist here and there tricking like deceitful snakes
Beneath are stinking smells and pubic hairs unkept
Their pants are matter of days unwashed yet they put on body sprays.
You're an orchard of bright daffodils
But your garden of knowledge is tilting towards famine.
You keep gazes fixed at your gait with graceful sway,
But the road to your treasure vault
Is way too easy like you don't care to volt.
If manners were manna
Your ugly untainted ego
Would not permit you to taste of it.
Like yellow label is bland
Without sugar
So is your beauty without virtue.
©Ganiyu Taofeek and
Emmanuel Adefisayo
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Very nice poem with strong message and unique writing style.
