Beautiful face, I have
Dreamy eyes they see
Perfect shape I possess
Perfection Is what they see
Or rather I portray.
I know I’m not perfect
I know my troubles
I know my heartbreaks
I know my disappointments
The toil I’ve been through, only I can tell.
My true image is hidden in me and I’m the sole Explorer.
Life has scarred me and left me wounded
and feeling useless too.
When I’m with you I don’t show you the scars
for they are mine to meditate on.
In those scars I have a reason to believe
it will get better,though it’s not easy
From our daily poetry factory in Nigeria ODP