eyes like honey
skin like glass
lips like cherry
who’s that pretty lass?
it’s my girl
black and shine
let it ring like a bell
the girl is mine.
© warrior queen, 2024
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Artwork of Flaws
Jealously, she admires her peers
“They all look so beautiful” she says
But loudly clanging in her ears
Are the chains of self doubt filling her with dread
In the mirror, she sees a distorted reflection
“Why can’t I be like them?!” she cries
A shattered mosaic of imperfection
With a heart full of dark remarks, she sighs
Vendors of ‘slim tea ‘ are her new base
Women beauty magazines, her holy books
Like a ritual, she rubs on all bottles of cream
Trapped and caught up in this craze, “I have to look like them”
She’s learned to hate her self and looks
A beauty eclipsed under dysmorphia
A crushed rose wilting under her own fear
Tossing and turning with insomnia
“Will anyone think I’m pretty, do they care?”
Her body to her, a puzzle of shapes
“Why is my nose big and my eyes small?”
Over and over like broken record tapes
“I’m not beautiful in any way at all”
For years has she heard this
Her belief it became
The self hate in her eyes are hard to miss
Internalized scars, she’s not the same
Why are there so many of her?
Crushed in the search for an artificial body
She’s all around us, in the church, in the bar
Hating herself and her own body
Find her now please! Where is she? Look for her!
She’s right there! In front of you, in front of me
Inside of me. She stares back at me in the mirror
Tell her she’s pretty, she’s beautiful
More than the scars and stretch marks
More than the dark circles and eye bags
More than online comments and dark remarks
More than any idea, belief or tag
The uneven tones of her skin
Are like the kaleidoscope
The stretch marks on her body
Are as patterns of an elegant embroidery
Her smile is like the rising of the sun
Her eyes reflect the glint of beauty and love
Delicately sculpted hands
Legs graced as that of an antelope
And when she wears that natural look
Oh! Angels in heaven get jealous
Can you see her blushing?
She’s as pretty as a rose
Take her to the mirror
Tell her she’s pretty
An artwork of flaws
Tell her to smile for the camera:-)
© warrior queen, 2024
Source: Pinterest #loveyourbody #dysmorphiasucks
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Let the drums begin to play
And make space for Arẹwa
Let her dance to the ancient Bata
Play us the afro beats, highlife and reggae
With each beat of the drums,
Let the seeds on our farms germinate
With each stomp of her feet,
Let the soil yield up its best yet
With each twist of her waist,
Let the pregnant mothers deliver safely
With each move of her arms,
Let our men be strong like warriors
With each turn of her legs,
Let our children flourish and grow strong
Like the iroko tree
May our ancestors and past heroes
Witness this very day
May the loving arms of Eledumare
Bless this very day
As we join Arewa in dancing
The flames of the night fire
Add to the heat of the moment
Our sweats make our skins glisten
Glisten like black pearls
The fire flames join us in dancing
As our beads jiggle along with our tambourines
Let us dance with vigour and life!
Let us dance for the mere sake of being alive.
© warrior queen, 2024
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Staring at the ruins you caused
All the things I’ve worked hard for
When the results start to show
You smash the stage and spoil the show
A well gardened flower plant
Groomed it from beginning
When the buds are ‘bout to bloom
You slice them off with no mercy
Filled with sadness and anger
Blood boiling and tears dropping
I sought to find the enemy
And stop all this catastrophe
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the villain in this hall?
My eyes widen with surprise
My own face, stares back at me
Loudly, my heart makes a wail
I’m the villain in my tale
Oh! Cursed with self sabotage
Ruining myself and all my plans
But I’m not the villain you see
It’s my fears and uncertainties
I must overcome this foe
In my image and end this woe
© warrior queen, 2024
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Stuffed up in a box
Is a pretty porcelain doll
With the prettiest face
And a priceless value
But no one sees her
And knows her worth
Because she chooses to remain
Stuffed up in a box
Until she decides
To break out of the box,
She’ll remain hidden
And lose her worth
She has her doubts
She has her worries
She feels she’s not enough
She doesn’t know she’s priceless
Break out of your boxes
Throw away your doubts
Take that leap of faith
This is not your place
You’re needed at the palace
© warrior queen, 2024
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What is death to an Immortal?
What is gloom to the angels?
What is affliction to the saints above?
What is darkness to the sun?
What is a boundary to the heavens?
What is misfortune to me?
I know not such
What is bad luck to me?
It doesn’t exist
What is sadness to my family?
It’s not in our dictionary
For we have a God that never fails© warrior queen, 2024
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Posted a new picture online
I posed with a pretty smile
Added a hot insta caption
Felt a bit high for some time
Had reactions here and there
Both on IG and on Snap
Thought I looked real pretty
Till someone called me fat
At first, I waved it off my mind
But like a silent haunting ghost
It crept and rested in my heart
I checked myself out in the mirror
“Am I really fat?”
I started looking for the areas
Where I could have had some fat
I didn’t see that pretty smile anymore
I didn’t see that smooth complexion
All I saw was a fat sad girl
And so, I took some measures
Worked out, dieted
Tried on baggy clothes
But like a stubborn bell,
It kept ringing loud
That someone called me fat
It took a while to realize
That it all in my head
Suffered an eating disorder
To please the internet?
I can’t be perfect you see
But I can be real
I’ll stuff my face with junk
Coz that’s just being me
I can’t be someone who I’m not
And fat is who I am
Of course I’m fat
And I don’t mind
I’ve got my smile
And I’ll take pictures with pride
© warrior queen, 2024
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Do you really own your thoughts?
Those voices in your head,
Are they really yours?
This your mind,
Do you have control?
Thoughts are quite powerful
I must say
They border on our minds
Till they are reality
You seem to keep the gates
Wide open
For any thoughts to come and go
You have no filters
It is a free land
You lie to yourself
Say you’re a free thinker
You just don’t know
You are a bond thinker
We all are.
Thoughts, you see
Are a reflection
Of what society tells us
Of what we see around us
You think you like roses?
It’s because everyone else likes roses
And so, you think it over and over
Till it becomes a part of you
You think you hate something?
It’s because society does
And so, you think it over and over
Till it becomes your reality
You think the thoughts
Society says you should
You think the thoughts
Sponsored by demons
Where is the space
For thoughts from the Lord?
No one is really a free thinker
We all are bond thinkers
The question now is,
Who or what sponsors your thoughts?
© warrior queen, 2024
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You say, “Life is not a bed of roses”
But you see,
Life has always been a bed of roses
Roses have petals and thorns
It just depends
On whether your bed is made of petals
Or thorns.
Some have always had it easy
Never pricked a finger on a thorn
Never had to struggle
Might have encountered a little thorn
But their life is still a bed of roses
Only,
They have more petals than thorns
Some did not always have it easy
Had a bed made of thorns
Always had to worry
Always had to struggle
Might have enjoyed the scent of petals
But their life is still a bed or roses
Only,
They have more thorns than petals
And now, I make a wish today
May we have more petals
Than we have thorns
May we bask in the sweet scent
Of tender rose petals
And even if we do get thorns,
May our petals provide consolation
May we have it easier this year.
© warrior queen, 2024
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How easy it is
To make up the rules
When you’re not one of the masses
How easy it is
To cast the first stone
When you’re not the one being tried
How easy it is
To make a judgement
When you’re not the one facing the sanctions
How easy it is
To exercise authority
When you’re the privileged
© warrior queen, 2023
Poems by Dami 