Malaika, a name dawned and
caressed through memories of her birth.
Angelic and beautiful, a name she earned
for her sparkling eyes and lovely smile…
A Christening that evoked memories now
a daunting tale through the streets.
Perhaps she didn’t think well of her self-
glaring shadows folded through her self esteem
Malaika never thought that she was pretty.
At 14, she was mocked in school for her braces and size.
Plump in competition with an Elephant, they said.
Her face bore the shame of a clown on a rainy day
as she paced through the school hallway alone,
face lowered to the ground- an esteem
she carried forth as she got older.
Lost through her own mirage of thoughts,
with little appreciation for who she is.
A sickening that over shadowed her desire
to date was caressed with social networks which
eventually became her shield from the cruel world.
An appreciation she sought, attention she got.
Face book she flirted,
Twitter she caressed,
Whats app she kissed,
Instagram she made love to.
Pulsating emotions, lost through throngs
of passion now dripping o’er her thighs-
A new self esteem she got- a sweeter desire
and self worth through these streets.
For everything in color on the web looks beautiful-
Pretty they remarked; Love she thought-
so, they fed her with the glitter
and compliments she needed,
as the veil that once covered her tore in the dark-
a little blood, a new reflection and perspective
now a raging male portrait on the streets,
this time with a smirk.
So she tweets, all men are the same.
She updates her Face book, all men are dogs.
A Portrait she’d cast aside,
a beauty she failed to recognize and appreciate
now devoured by the pack that fed her as she posted her selfies.