Body
My body is of the beautiful earth
She too has rolls of green hills
Crevices of canyons, wrinkles of streams
Her stretch marks come from blossoming trees
Bearing the fruit I am allowed to eat
Composed from her ore, her nature, her air
She smiles down at her daughter
I am as beautiful as she
m.t.
YOU ARE READING
her many unspokens
PoesíaP O E M S / P O E T R Y a collection of poetry and thoughts that speak from the heart of a girl moving through the motions of life. hopefully, the words within these pages will connect with something that is inside of your soul, and create an artwor...
