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POEM
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POEM
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A LADY IS NEVER UGLY
Ladies are made fragile
In God's own finished products
A reflection of perfection
Rooted in their inner souls
In God's own finished products
A reflection of perfection
Rooted in their inner souls
Some shaped like coca-cola bottles
In an ironic "8" form
Others got features that melt souls
Like hot iron on plastics
In an ironic "8" form
Others got features that melt souls
Like hot iron on plastics
Others rigid like trees
Faceless in quantified beauty
Anonymous in the world of fashion
And unquantified among Belles
Faceless in quantified beauty
Anonymous in the world of fashion
And unquantified among Belles
Ugliness they christen her
But, what faith thou in beauty
Thou, prepareth in skill and conquest
With determination to make impact
But, what faith thou in beauty
Thou, prepareth in skill and conquest
With determination to make impact
Patheticness neighs becloud thee
Stand tall in natural intellect
Command respect with delivery
In respect to person
Stand tall in natural intellect
Command respect with delivery
In respect to person
Join not their league
"Abuse of cosmetic wastage"
Releasing soul with love
"Abuse of cosmetic wastage"
Releasing soul with love
A lady is never ugly
I say again "A lady is never ugly"
Only pathetic with features
Hitherto unseen and known.
I say again "A lady is never ugly"
Only pathetic with features
Hitherto unseen and known.
-Femi'Xplosionz Adewole
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