I asked my body, why do you look the way you do?
To my eyes, I asked,
"Why do you look so dull?
What is with those bags under your eyes?"
She answered,
"Ain't nothing wrong with these panda eyes."
To my belly, I asked,
"Do you have to stick out the way you do?
Do you have to be so big and all flabby?"
She answered,
"I am what keeps you warm from the winter cold."
To my thick thighs and wide hips, I said,
"Of course you have to shake when I move,
But did you have to make me a size 42?"
I looked at my breasts and sighed,
I had nothing to say about those,
My back can speak for itself.
She said,
"These titties be fine,
I'm telling you they did no crime."
To my big behind, I asked,
"What purpose do you serve?"
She said,
"If you can't appreciate me now,
Talk to me again when you get a husband!"
To my face, I complained,
"Why can't you ever decide what colour you want to be?"
There is a lot I could have said about my body,
But she sighed again and answered one last time,
"Why do you never see anything good about me?
Did the mirror sell you lies again?
You have to realise that the mirror will never truly capture your essence,
It can never make up its mind about you.
Why put your value in an object created by man?
Were you not fearfully and wonderfully made?
Your body is a temple,
It is not for you to trample."
My body told me that every day with her will not always be the same,
It doesn't mean I should love myself any less.
Lastly, she said,
"Do not abuse me and claim it is my fault,
Do not cut yourself and bleed on me,
Take care of you, and you take care of me."
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From The Inside
PoetryA collection of a few, simple poems that i started writing a few years ago and some recent ones as well. "From The Inside ," is about my life stories and experiences in poetry form and what takes places inside my heart and mind.
