Scars —Shafa’atu Muhammad

SCARS

—Shafa’atu Muhammad

What do you think of beauty?

The face of dawn squinting

For a glimpse of a new birthed today

Or our fingers throwing out

Freckles from our noses

Mending insecurities with wounds

I live beside heartaches

Braiding plights into tears

Tearing down walls

made with bamboo sticks

The moon will rest today on my palms

This sanity will pack its bags and leave

When dusk comes

Tell it

I have sowed my name

Into the garment of madness

Bio:

Shafa'atu Muhammad is a Nigerian teen poet, spoken word artiste and a writer, born on the 1'st of April in 2005 in Nasarwa state, her works have appeared and are forthcoming in the pine cone review, the Kaduna Hilltop Creative Arts foundation's *INKED* Anthology , The Glacial Hills Magazine, The Let time heal you Anthology, The Dreamy world Anthology, the Enghausa Kwaraption Anthology and Upwrite Magazine, she has performed at the International Film arts Festival and others, she is the PRO of the Kaduna Hilltop creative Arts foundation, the Winner of the Kaduna Hilltop Creative Arts foundation's poet of the year, she is also a member of poetry stage.

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