Poetry by Sara | Beauty

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In which Sara uses poetry to undo stereotypes that run through our society — raw, naked and unabashedly so.

For what is beauty, darling?

The burnt edge of a letter

The blood between

Those eyes, all black kohl

And hair, all tangled and knotty

 

Perfect.

Callous ridden hands, weaving passion incessantly

Dark moons under those beautiful eyes, your ornament

Scathed knees tracing stories words don’t suffice

Lose arms hanging like star-beds circumambulating the moons

 

Don’t let them make you believe

That pretty is white

And black a crime

Honey, after all love is made

Under the black skies

 

Patches and scars

Stretch marks

All cellulite, with an inch of tanned skin

 

Like the flowers

The jagged barks of fat trunks

The shabby twigs of a nest

The ruffled bulge of the birds

 

You belong.

Flaunt your branches and leaves

Pamper your flowers

For the universe wouldn’t awe you

If it wasn’t black

And the flowers wouldn’t woo you

If they were lean

And the nests wouldn’t procreate, love

If they were rigid.

 

Beauty, honey

Is boundless!

A wrinkled old smile

As majestic

As the young maiden’s gleam

For if words restricted beauty,

What would poets write about?

Sara Sethia is a Research Associate (Gender Justice) at One Future Collective.

Illustration by Priyanshi Vakharia

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