The greatest potter who ever lived scoops a portion of clay,
“This is too fair”, He says,
And then He sights that chocolate clay,
Waiting to be moulded.
With a smile on His face,
He exclaims; “I've found the perfect clay!”,
He scoops a bit of it and hums in delight,
And they all join Him in rejoicing.
Shall she be Short or Tall?
Shall she be Slim or Chubby?
Shall she be Fair or dark?
Variations is what makes each one unique.
And here she is,
A creation of the Almighty,
A clay in the hands of the potter,
A pencil in the hands of Jehovah.
So I stand tall as I pass through the school corridor today,
I muster up the most beautiful smile for them all because,
Y'all, I am a creation of the greatest potter!
And nothing could be more satisfying than that.
The Lady with the smartpen,
Raregold🖊
OLUWASOLAPE AKODE
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Oluwasolape Akode (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A lot of people get bullied because of their physique so this poem is a message to them all that we are all creations of the greatest potter and it is variations that makes each of us unique in our own way.
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Comments2
He is the master and doesn't make rubbish.
Yes, he doesn't. Variations is what makes the world inhabitable. If everyone had the same body shape, where is the beauty in it?
Thanks for commenting, I'm glad you enjoyed reading the poem.
No two people alike, not even twins, and no one is ever perfect. So "stand tall" and continue smiling. I enjoyed your poem and hope everyone can feel the freedom and independence that you show here. - Phil A.
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