THE REAL HER

An era of beauty
Slowly perishes
A generation of
Indecent femines
Slowly emerges

Future mothers become
Future burdens
The pride of an African lady
Becomes obselete

Beauty without brains become rampant
Selfies, Likes and followers becomes relevant
Ohema facebooks instead of facing her books

She exposes her body on Instagram
Instead of exposing her intelligence
Snap chatting turns into a habit
She slowly becomes a phone addict

Parties, shows and concerts
becomes her interest
Cooking, praying and fellowships turns into her stress
She doubts her beauty
Just because her Instagram likes are just a few

Makeup and looks turns into a priority
Prayer and her books become her minority
After breakups
A soft heart becomes stone
An innocent soul becomes evil
And revenge turns into an aim

After the lust for material things
Dignity is lost
Self-esteem falls at it's lowest peak
And
Disgrace a companion

Ohema's new appearance
Amazes me
I guess
The real her has been traded
For something else.

                                           By: Poet Dela