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What we were taught about beauty

One day,
when you grow up,
you’ll run your fingers
down your sister’s
head.

Sometimes,
your hand will
find the music of
beauty hidden
in her cornrows
and other times
you will find
only lyrics .

They say;
your sister runs
away from anything
that makes her
beautiful because.

Women are empty
canvases here, art, works
waiting for an artist to paint
pain and take the glory
into his own
museum.

Sometimes,
when you grow up,
your sister will bury
her secrets in you,
and she’ll make you
promise not to
cry. and she will
tell you that
she has
been painted.
Too.




Olajuwon Alhaytham Abdullah Adedokun is a fifteen-year-old Muslim writer who lives in Lagos, Nigeria and scribbles new lines on every pad he finds. He watches and writes about Home.

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