my body is not a temple not holy,not sacred still i am a goddess no shimmering gold i am flesh and bones still a goddess you'd still worship me if i was just a stone across the road, wouldn't you?
i am not just the warmth of your bed or the mother of your child i am not saving myself for you nor am i here to save you from yourself
my skin is not blue, but i do bleed red and so do you and but you are hurt and i am impure impure. i am pure even when i bleed from the place between my legs
so to hell with all those stone buildings i cant enter when i am bleeding so this world that the gods made wouldn't go barren
because my body IS a temple with or without you inside me, doesn't matter i am still a goddess still holy, still sacred