The Beautiful Monster Poem by okeme james

Like the early morning sun her beauty rises
Day by day it grows like the grasses
A beauty that causes lot of crises
But beyond is what the eyes can’t see.

Both young and old gaze at her with passion
The rich wish to possess her in their mansions
For the poor, mere seeing her eradicates hunger
But woe to the one she calls her lover.

Numerous hearts has she broken
Those who slept on her laps cannot be woken
She has become the talk of the town
Who will be the next to go down?

With her smiles her face glows
But deep within, her heart is closed
Brutal, bitter and full of betrayal
And as for many, she wishes to witness their burial.

Wickedness she had made her favourite garment
Her pretty lips covered with nags at every moment
Her beauty has not made her a star
Rather, she made herself a monster.