'For The ones that remained beautiful' by Maryam Atoyebi

For The ones that remained beautiful by Maryam Atoyebi

How beautiful it is,

That your cracked edges are lined with gold,

That your pain and struggle only cracks into laughter,

Your brown eyes, the dimming flame from the blazing fields of hell you’ve been,

The crease on your forehead is the map of your road to light through eons of unending midnights,

Others went and became giants, crushed everything and everyone that came close,

But you, beautiful you became a flower,

You gave fragrance to the hands that crushed you,

And when they melted, then hardened into rigid, hard stones,

You only let life And blood into your heart,

And you blossomed into beauty,

Even after shovels of dirt were heaped on you.

Maryam Atoyebi is an elliptic Yoruba woman. She loves travelling, arts and she eats her Chicken sharwama in flat plate. She blogs at queenontheroad.wordpress.com.

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