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NAKED By: Opeyemi Prime





I am not all rose
If you do come close
You’ll realize
I am a mess
A beautiful mess in yesterday clothes
But if you like art
You will love me
If not, don’t come near.

Ladies come around me like critics
Adorn in fancy clothes
Looking at a piece they can’t afford
Wondering what’s special about me
And why my price is damn high
Making sure collectors don't patronize my type of art
Or come any near
The curator makes a muse of me
But the paper review isn’t so amusing.

Interesting discussion on the pollution of souls
Burnt magazines, texts explaining demon engineering
Handshake, but no clue what was sold
Oh! What’s that smell?
I understand some men are demons
Burnt beyond recognition
But not me, am blessed beyond human satisfaction
Some may criticize or hate the choices I make
Question my person because hearts, I refused to break

I am left on the wall naked
Whilst other arts get purchased
Dare not question collectors over choices they make
But am not alone
I am alive and well in my creators’ heart
I am not alone, I’ve made friends with the walls i was hung
And my nights aren’t cold
I sit still, discussing in poem and prose with the walls
On how much more they are works of art
Don't they not know?
And i am not all human
I am a naked work of art.

Comments

  1. Olubunmi4 July 2019 at 02:53

    Beautiful piece. Only if every art piece to tell the entire story they bear, maybe men will appreciate them more.

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  2. Unknown4 July 2019 at 04:24

    real art with divine poetry delivery. nice one, go get the top, its yours for the taken

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  3. Mhiztosin5 July 2019 at 00:51

    Beautiful piece and the rhymes were dope👌

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  4. Unknown5 July 2019 at 03:58

    Nice poem. Go shine bro. Am moved with this am seeing .

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