PERFECT LIKE THIS
I think life is heretofore fixed
What we do and who we are are scripted
By forces that never craved our consent
Look at the colour of my skin
Or the lines on your palm
The name, the gender, the home, the people, the nation
How many of these things was by choice?
If all flowers were roses
Where will the daffodils grow?
If all stones were gold
Where will those priceless diamonds be?
There is beauty in these differences
It makes the world colourful
The next time you see me
Do not remind me that my skin is black
My hair is tough and kinky I know
Don't accuse my stoutness
I am unique in all my climes
And perfect just the way I am
© Olatuja Oloyede
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