Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris

Growth into Beauty


i feel like i am
JUST
growing in to my beauty.
before, my skin was
sunset:
confidence fading into cloudy horizon,
but bright morning has finally come
and when i smile,
i swear i can hear birds singing!
eyes bright
from all the yawning around me,
skin glowing.

love of self
was a hard seed that just needed nurturing,
extra time soaking in the water of my tears
until sprouting occurred.
now it is flourishing,
deeply rooted like a tree,
arms stretched, strong enough
to hold the weight of the little children
i‘ll be responsible for
feeding reminders of their worth.

it’s as if i gave birth,
belly no longer swollen with doubt,
removal of morning sickness
and mother
to past, present and future experiences.

and i am
STILL
growing into my beauty,
hoping to be
an adult one day.

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4 responses

  1. gorgeous

    January 27, 2011 at 5:01 pm

  2. This is just brilliant…one can feel you grow as you read your words.

    January 27, 2011 at 6:33 pm

  3. farah, this poem was amazing. it swims in my soul. here is my favorite part “love of self
    was a hard seed that just needed nurturing,
    extra time soaking in the water of my tears
    until sprouting occurred.
    now it is flourishing,
    deeply rooted like a tree.” keep writing and shining!

    February 9, 2011 at 6:24 pm

  4. vas

    Beauty is already present in your writing.

    March 5, 2011 at 7:44 pm

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