This is my word of admiration
feeling that filled in when I first saw you,
How you stood out, though inches down,
That Makes me adore you.
Cos your beauty is Pure
Guess that’s why all that glitters ain’t gold
Yet your beauty is so bold
With scents of sweet almond
Like snow white,
with eyes so bright,
they dwarf star light,
On a dark night.
But you’re black like Jasmine
Type that will make Aladdin cheat on jasmine
I mean black beauty, with no beast,
just you like royalty,
Widget not in any sidebars
Melanin like royal tea you keep sipping like a queen.
Yes you’re beautiful no doubt,
The kind that will put Wole in Doubt
If the beautiful ones are still unborn
I pray you meet So Yinka will be undone
Like relegated Bolton,
Cause you are far off his league,
Even when natural without a wig.
True the foundation that made you beautiful was well laid,
But I’m not talking of makeup,
As the past can’t get passed your beauty,
So why on earth should you make up.
When you are a Perfect eight,
men can’t even rate, estimate or evaluate,
all they want is to approach to appreciate,
probably plead to get you out on a date,
cause even without a calendar,
your style is still up to date.
With an hour glass figure, but sands of time ain’t running out,
Beauty unlike Helen of troy,
that puts hands on trigger, to trigger wars
that tear down world walls, in world wars, not war words,
Cause Yours Is more, exhausting words,
like how I can’t find the right words anymore,
to tell just how much you’re beautiful,
You probably never grow old,
as I imagine the heat from your hotness drives away cold,
But my world will, until then this is my word of admiration.
My name is Oju Omamogho, 400level student of the department of Physiology, College of medicine, University of Lagos. I’m a poet and spoken word artist, and a whole lot of other things. IG- @Poet.oma
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