Accepting My BodyMy body is a temple and you cannot enter.Accepting My Body
It is made to be worshiped, not used,
So bow like it's an alter.
"Am I free tonight?" No, I'm too expensive to buy.
And while this might sound arrogant,
Think I'm conceited?,
Just know you're not the only one I will deny.
My ego is not huge, in fact, it's just right.
Just big enough for me to see I don't owe you shit,
So take that to your fight.
But if you truly are curious, let me explain:
I'm just accepting me, as I am,
I'm cutting through this ball and chain.
I can finally see myself as I am.
I can finally look in that mirror and go, "Damn!"
I am beautiful in my weird eyes,
That turn from grass to gold to Indian skies.
I am beautiful in my brown hair,
That never fails to flip when I'm trying for flair.
I am beautiful in my white skin,
That darkens in a blush as my lips stretch into a grin.
Speaking of that, I love my lips
They speak soft words of tender love or harsh insults that crack like a whip.
I love my hands, which are ever
untitledthere are a thousanduntitled
unwritten love letters in your eyes
now I keep thinking about
and the color green
all I know is that
my skull's been
warriors traversing well worn paths
boots leaving tracks across
chests and necks
and it's comfortable
it's not like drowning
more like slowly lowering
into hot bathwater
and we are just skin and cosmos
bodies and words
our tongues landlocked
we are adrift in
our own little sea
we've plucked our wings
and now we can't fly
tell me the truth
that the sky's overrated
I'd rather be with you
on the ground
or buried beneath it
skeletons entwined truthfully
I've always thought heaven was
a pretty sort of lie
but I've read a book or two
or people's idea of it
and I disagree with myself
popping thought balloons
on the idea that heaven
is in the way your eyes
fold origami swans when you smile
that shitty laugh
that hollow above your heart
like your chest's caving i