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What is Beauty

My son, I have been young, and now I am old,

In all my years, I have never come across a word,

As diverse as beauty.

 

Even the wise, who chew the night plant,

And drink otogo by day,

Debate this single word,

What is beauty?

 

Is it the party of a merchant, who only invites fellow merchants?

Is it having wealth, greater than Mansa Musa?

Is it a well fed baby, elegant and amazing?

But whose mother is too busy making money,

Is it a woman of great curves, with a mustard seed of a brain?

Is it a big house in the city?

Or a king size bed, whose measurement triples your body size,

What is beauty my son?

 

Listen to my wisdom, for I have lived long,

Beauty is the death of a tyrant, and the pleasant surprise of the birth of a king,

Beauty is the party of a merchant, who dines with the homeless,

Beauty is sleeping on the floor with a heart full of joy,

Beauty is the tear of a father, when the son wins an award,

Beauty is the kindness of a samaritan, who cares for strangers,

Beauty is eternal peace, perfect in its imperfection.

 

My son, beauty is a portion of the wise,

Be beautiful.

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Posted by Andrew Muiruri