Beautiful Me Poem by Thabani Khumalo

Teach us how to play gently with other children in the dust
For this we ought to learn or it will dawn bewitching each other.
Beware! The time has drawn really near.

I am the African continent: a marvel to the least of detail.
To fall for me is totally risky but clever women adore only the god of overseas.

My body changes structure to fracture every woman's heart.
I hearken to the devil's words and he says I am an innocent angel.

I am a beautiful design - I see my feature in the mirror.
I compare with the stars of the galaxy; I'm like a handsome baby.

I put on a smile of the millennium
and break every dear lover's affair.

I am a Christian of the bible,
The guy who, by the hand, decimated counties.

I am a secret lover like the god of the sky;
I am every girl's beautiful dream.

I am a holy mother's baby -
I am indeed a kingdom child.