– THE TALES OF SCARS –
They said, mornings are for sunshines,
Evenings are for sometimes,
But tomorrow is for telling the tales of scars.
And dont blame her
For these scars you can’t see.
In it are the fires she buried beneath,
Beneath, beneath the length of a coat
Under it are strong arms which hold
the beauty of her skin,
But filthy scales have
Left it apart,
The beautification of old men in new clothes
Left her warbrobe tainted
forver in the paint of filthiness…
PS: This poem is inspired by Daniyan Ifedayo my model friend who you can see in the cover picture. This picture was her message for the Independence day. She spoke to me about finding a deeper meaning within it so we shared thoughts and as every art is fluid, I was able to create this out of her picture prompt.