Beautiful - Poem by Chukwukere Timothy
You might wonder who is worthy to be called 'beautiful! '
Those in cropped hair with pink lips?
Who is worth the Kings heart,
Those in golden gowns with diamond tips?
The princesses, fit or fat?
Beauty belongs to the palace
The Queens and Princesses in their expensive life,
And their crowns like the stars.
Those called the King's wife?
Or Queen Victoria in her empire?
Whose attires are Made in heaven,
And her beauty captures as wild fire.
Or those damsels that live life's highest level?
Their hair finge and their soles covered with gold.
Those whose face are cleans of wrinkles.
Dressed and re-dressed never to get old.
Or those whose face twinkles?
As flashlights hugs them from all side.
Those whose pictures are bold on every front-page,
And flash thru' our screens?
Many claim, the beautiful are yet to be born,
Send words to the wise, the kings and princes of all lands
Tell the Queen and princesses to go to rest.
I have beheld beauty.
The well-favoured and Royal damsels became hags
When I saw you.
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