It’s in the ease with which you let out a smile
Or cough up a giggle, seamless like a thread
Through a needle.Hold up… pause for awhile.
It’s in how you almost effortlessly do your duty,
like a Peacock on a runway, you are no turkey
you won’t end up with your legs up on a plate.
It’s in your face that which makes a poet of men
Like wine makes the loudest of them; musicians
Your face looks like honey dipped in liquid gold
Crowned with hair that drops to your shoulders
Cascading like a symmetrically parted waterfall
Those naked eyes pierces through arc of hearts
As a lamp would illuminate the darkest of nights.
The only selfless thing you do in days is take selfies
As we watch endlessly as your picture eat up a frame
Peddle your skin like it was made from polished ivory
Lips like scented petals placed on a crescent moon
Nose like a wall light switch made from porcelain
Twin towers stand guard earnestly over silicon Valley
I could have said you are beautiful, But no, you are not,
This is not beauty, This is more than a rare combination
Of genetic permutations or a matrixical manifestation
Every lump of flesh, Every shade of melanin, contours
and curves;were carefully crafted, thoughtfully tinkered
like a Picasso painted portrait, this is no beauty, This is Art.
Poem Source: http://loudthotzpoetry.blogspot.com.ng/2016/05/poems-read-at-loudthotz-poetry-open.html
Pis source: http://www.fubiz.net/en/2015/03/13/body-art-mixed-with-environment-2/