THE SKINNY, THE CHUBBY AND THE BEAUTY

THE SKINNY THE CHUBBY AND THE BEAUTY

Hello readers, here is another poem for you. It is about three girls, who find it hard to wait for their lovers even in their tender age there were crazy about his arrival. In the poem, they show and pour their feelings out and few experiences they’ve had while waiting. The poem is into three sections: The skinny, the chubby and The Beauty. Please try to read and share it with friends too.

THE SKINNY

I’m a skinny girl with flat cheeks

I am shitty, what people call me

I’m a girl with small eye balls;

Tiny eye brow, short lips

No one has ever taken a move to appreciate my nature

Nobody has ever given me a mighty gaze

Smirk! Groggy! Irritating!

Is the image everybody sees while previewing me.

I have tiny long leg like a pole

I posses a skinny tummy like a kwashiorkor

I’m struck in a puzzle of thought

Who will take me?

This question has been unsolved since my puberty stage.

Who is ready to take me?

An olden print says;

I’m purposely on earth for someone

The creator’s image

I’m his replica

Why wouldn’t I be taken?

Definitely, beloved is coming, but, when?

THE CHUBBY | FATSO

I’m a girl with excess fat

If I call myself chubby

It’s just an understatement.

I’m a girl with round face;

Big belly, pillar legs, thick arms,

I can’t have a two minute walk without shedding sweats

I know nothing but to sit on Donkey chair for my comfort

If I try to seat on bench, backache will welcome me.

Chubby!

Who will take you?

My dream to become an Athlete became void

Fatso, my name

No one dare to elope with me.

“If you were born during civil war, you’d have gone”.

Was what a man told me when I tried to be romantic, with him.

Beloved!

Will you surely come?

Or it was just a fiction story that I read in the books?

Will you surely appear or it’s a mere story preachers used to tell?

Take me, and save me before this lassie’s soul fade away like flame in thin air, Beloved.

THE BEAUTY

Who will take me?

With this heavy burden I’m carrying?

Who is ready to take me?

–I’ve lost myself to world’s lust. I’ve enjoyed myself a lot; dwelled in world’s luxury, I’ve tasted what woman should taste while am still in my spinster stage. Now, who will take me?

–I ate my life time meal in a sitting. I devoured even my unborn baby’s food; dewax upon dewax, abortion upon abortion. My beauty drove me to storm of life. I used my beauty to ruin my unborn baby’s life and mine. So, will I ever get a companion?

–No one is ready to take an unfruitful woman. Or is there any? My seductive nature can only blame it on Beloved delay. Almost every moment of my regret, I would say:

“Beloved! Why don’t you show on time?

Why did you let my soul lost to lust?”

And I would conclude by saying:

“Beloved! In an unsettled am voicing

Do not bother to show again

For I, have nothing to offer you”.

October 27, 2017

02:58pm

©STEFAN

OLANREWAJU BOLAJI