The reflection oppressed upon me
cannot comprehend what’s beneath
my faltered skin and battered complexion
or amount to my heart that beats
passionately for music and
the lines of my poetry.
It’s unfortunate that this looking glass
credits my appearance artificially.
I admire my gaunt structure
My oversized shoes
I shall not be contrite
about my immense spectacles
My towering height
My body is a temple.
I shall not be contrite.
Underneath the mac eyeliner,
and Maybelline foundation,
I have learned to love
God’s most marvelous creation.
Appreciate your naked, bare soul
crafted from faults and mistakes
which blindly stumbled and bled
in attempts to find the way
to endless self-love,
and extreme veneration.
Treasure your pure body,
because we’re God’s marvelous creation.