oh, my body
my oldest friend,
You make me secure
You are stunning,
you hold a power higher than men are capable of understanding
the goddess you hold within makes mouths run with water
skin created from the dust from the stars
every scar
every freckle is valued by me
people will tell you you aren't enough
but to me you are a home
not a hotel
not a empty shack
you aren't a place for men to bury themselves and leave
you are a castle
you are a temple
Skin runs soft like silk from your favorite panties
Eyes are dark like the chocolates the men give you on valentine's day
You are not a empty museum that people can fill you with treasures to make you feel valued
You are a home full of your own familiar objects
i know you better than anyone else
i am close to you
my breath fills your lungs
- Author: Author AAA (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 13th, 2017 16:28
- Comment from author about the poem: wanted to start writing about things that i am ashamed of to glorify them
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 15
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