“Bangladesh has shown me what living peacefully really looks like” – Zaifa Ahmed A long,
Decay consists of a personification of beauty and how it does not last, utilising muted colours and natural imagery whilst also personifying flesh and time. Time overpowers the beauty in the end. This the kind of poem I used to read by White or Caucasian poets growing up, but now I want to try my own take on the idea. This poem explores the fleeting nature of beauty as a person of colour.
“Our eyes do not show a lack of sense of beauty, but a lack of
Hair. It’s beautiful, luscious and used to express culture, traditions and identity. It is historically