The Prize of Beauty
Beauty speaks
Beauty talks
When blended with brains
In torrents success rains
Beauty without brains
Is like a yoke without chains
A woman just plain
A non-fascinating terrain.
Rise, let them see that beauty;
Shine because you are witty.
It shines as secondary duty
Brains hold primary duty
Rise to fame
Shun all shame
Your mind is not lame
Beauty is not the same;
Blend with logic – none can tame!
Women are no novice to abuse,
But brains can help amuse
Strand; take brains, wits and fuse
Because it’s detrimental not to use.
Physical appearance solely has no prize
It’s prime when the roof is wise
When wise, the frame has a prize
And all now can praise
All eyes vie for a gaze
At the triumphant maze
The duo at peak phase
Setting all hearts ablaze
Beauty is might
Not a plight,
But with wits you can light
Chasing away the night!
Copyright © Anesto Mandizvidza | Year Posted 2021
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