Thursday, November 25, 2010

Dear Beauty

I question you, beauty; if I can purchase you in the black market,
Trade unattractiveness, to attract superficial, that considered me no asset,

See, my complexion is too cheap, Beauty,
despite the fact that “beauty is skin deep” Beauty,
they will never sell me next to you, Beauty,

Society has paralyzed me, blinded me to embrace the blessings,
Led me to undervalue God's creativity of his perfections, 
Convinced me that I am poor quality, in the eyes of you, Beauty,

That I am inferior to those with silky hair, and light skinned,
That I am too fat to gain attention, so I starve to be thin
till I puke all have within, until I remain with –not a thing,

Elders spoke before “doqon iyo habeen baa madow!” 
But even the nights have moon and stars that glow,
So Beauty, I ought to have qualities that show!
(Qualities that undermine my ashy elbows,)

I question you, beauty; if I can purchase you in the black market,
Trade unattractiveness, to attract superficial, that considered me no asset,

Poet's note: The Full Poem is written elsewhere, will share soon! 

Yasminah Somalia Mohamed
Copyright © 2010

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