It’s supposed to be my temple but in many ways I befoul it
My body, my temple, my resting place, my place of assurance
What have I done to this once, beautiful body of mine?
Yet curvy and thick is nasty and sick
Boys love my body,
Nice and thick in the waist, big booty and a pretty face
Yet all they want is my body
The connection with my soul they don’t need
Just the connection to my mind to make me open my thighs
He is using my body
LOVE, through his actions was not real
Legs Open Very Easy
My mother, support system and provider
Hated the image that her daughter gave off
What to do now?
All I could do was go back to LOVE.