My spirit is unseasoned.

My body is an unwashed, used ,dark clay ***. Stars all over my world are enriched with insecurities, self hate, body shaming.

The dark cracks on my lower lip manipulate my mind. They liquidate and rush through the core of my imperfections.

Forming a mouth piece of total surrender that manifests and  speaks the language of the broken.

My dignity is amputated and walks on its arms. My legs are nowhere close to perfection.

Mirror mirror on the wall is praised to be the fortune teller of beauty.
My dear skin is cracked and has become a feeding scheme of maggots and vultures.

The body of a young goddess needs awakening.

Rush dear honey and bathe me in a tub of nurture. Scrub all insecurities and soothe my soul with a bowl of gold praise.

Pour your offsprings  onto the mirror.
Marinate my skin with love and joy. Entice my mind , Pierce through my longing skin and rebirth my veins.

Rush honey ,rush.