I am not my body, I am my soul.
I am not my body, I’m much more.

I am not the ice creams, that find their way to my thighs,
I am not a thing to be objectified.

I am not the pimples scattered across my face like an unaligned constellation,
I am not bound to always provide you satisfaction.

I am not the stretch marks that you so playfully shun,
I may not always be finished when you are done.

I am not just a pair of *******,
I am a hurl of emotions in a tempest.

I am not just another juicy ***,
Think twice before you say another condescending sentence.

I am the moon the sun and the stars freely dancing to the rhythm of the wind,
I am the flowers blossoming in the season of spring.

I am love and heartbreak art and music ,
I am the glimmer in your eye and the comfort when you fall sick.

I am the eye of a hurricane,
And the celebratory glass of champagne.

&
My body is a temple
A place of worship