True Beauty


Hello there!
I see you’re sad,

What?!
Why are you making a big deal out of irrelevancy?!
Yeah,
You been called ugly, so what?!
I’ve lost count the number of times I have been called ugly.
Don’t let it getting into your head,
Good looks doesn’t make you,
Good looks ain’t err’thing
You’re beautiful on the inside,
That’s what makes you standout.
I see the lil’ children all over you at the sight of your presence,
and in your absence, they have a feel of emptiness in them
Just because you but smiles on their faces.
What could be more beautiful than this?

Most times, we spend time looking at the mirror
In search of our beauty,
It’s a shame it(the mirror) cannot show that which makes us,
T’will only show that which we want to see
I said,
T’will only show the painting and artificials we adorn ourselves with.
It’s not all about; the size of your cleavage,
curves,
edges,
figure eight body structure,
abs,
muscular body,
Height,
Complexion and
Other irrelevancies we always try to keep in shape.

I mean no disrespect, but
Taribo, Obasanjo, Oshomole, Mugabe, Zuma (TMAF)
These men don’t have the good looks that many clamor for,
Not even an ab,
But the impact they’ve made is outrageous and enviable.
You don’t need the self torture and low self esteem
You pity yourself through.
So I say unto you again,
Find your purpose in life
Archive them,
Become that which God has made you to be,
Then shall your beauty glow,
And those that called you ugly,
Will have no choice
But to chew back the I’ll word they spat at you,
And shall confess your beauty.

You’re BEAUTIFUL, just the way you are.

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Straight out of Northern Nigeria, born I mid 90s in Kaduna state to the family of Mr. and Mrs. Auta. Second of four children,Auta kings had his primary and secondary school education at the Air force primary school 3 and Air force secondary school at Sam Ethnan Air force Base Ikeja respectively. Currently a student at The Federal University of Technology, Akure studying Meteorology and Climate Science.He is the CEO Auta_kings Concepts, a versatile entity, Artist extraordinaire, Thinker, Graphics Designer, Poet, writer, Weirdo, Meteorologist, and above all, a lover of the Most High God.In the year 2017, April, he was awarded POET OF THE YEAR in FUTA.
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ZUZANNA MUSIAL
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Hello, Auta Kingsley Dembo.

Your poem inspired me. It is indeed the inner beauty that is important to so many of us. Believe that your encouraging poem will be a good advice to someone with a low self esteem. Excellent write and reading.

Thank you,
ZuZanna

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Thanks man.
Blessed up. 👍

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