BODY SHAMING.

if you think the grace of a woman
is only in the curve of her hips
and the shape of her breasts,
and the sleekness of her body,
and in the lush vitality of her portal,
then, you do not understand how to read
beneath the jagged lines - the sacred geometry that make up her glorious heart
and her beautiful mind.

if you think the beauty of a man
is in the brazenness of his looks
or in the gallantry of his muscles,
or in the tallness and swiftness of gait,
or in the heraldry of his bulging arms,
or in the curly ruddiness of his frame,
or in the beastliness of his nether regions:
then - you do not know how to identify
gods amidst a myriad lot of guns and roses.

if only you could listen
to the wailings of their punctured minds,
you would hear prisoners begging to be released.
you will see lost travelers seeking for doors to self-discovery.
you will see spirits roaring at the inconsiderateness of idiots trying to play God.

now listen, as the moon does to the sun:
they are not flat or too thin,
they are not globose or too fat,
they are not malformed or maladapted,
they are deities, crafted by the universe.
they are pollen, blown by the wind
to fill the earth with flowers and colours.
they are richly filled in places we can not see.
be illumined.

...
Pat Ashinze.
Ilorin, Nigeria. 2018.

Cc.
Obinnau
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