A thousand eyes are fixed on your glory.
The fabric on your skin narrates your
The metal on your hands is a tribute to
friends and freaks.
And to those who analyze the color on
The height on your feet are an excuse to
The gloss in your hair is consolation for
your ache and sore.
You are sheltered in the aura of grace
As you admire yourself in the looking
I am a Nigerian Student and Poet. I grew up in Lagos and I am currently a student at Bowen University, Iwo, Nigeria. I have been published on the Huffington Post and in the Portsmouth Daily Times.
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