I remember a time when I didn’t regard myself or others as beautiful or ugly; I was simply Busi and they were simply people. Those were the perks of childhood; looking at the world through the untainted glasses of innocence and purity. Unfortunately growth took over and I was introduced to the world’s concept of physical beauty, which in turn led to the discovery of my “ugly”.
The master called us flowers. He told us to position ourselves alongside your trunk, right underneath your branches
We were to be the graceful companions that softened the harshness of your bark
We lovingly obeyed