my body is a temple,

not a battleground

for other women to fight in.



my body is a temple,

not a pit stop for other men,

that needs a place to rest in for the night.



my body is a temple,

not a critical text you can analyse,

and assume judgement like a book you never read.



my body is a temple,

not a pack of wild animals,

aimed to be restrained and taught what to do.



my body is a temple,

and it tells a story that no one

except for me will ever understand.



my body is a temple,

and it will not be disrespected.

like a religion, i'll learn to worship it.

By Arcassin Burnham


A gorgeous girl you are.
But your spoil as hell.
Run over everyone you meet.
at first they couldn't tell.

Your mother makes too much money,
You Feel like you don't have to work.
your friends think your annoying.
but they never use their words.

you could be better than this,
but you choose to be the popular clique.
you really think your ****,
until someone considers you lame and that's it.

If you think your not one of those girls,
then you should be.
Do you wanna be negative in your memories?

She couldn’t fight when her father didn’t want her home
She couldn’t fight when her mother told her not to roam
She couldn’t fight when they “married” her off to another man
She couldn’t fight when he left her to pursue his lifelong plan
She couldn’t fight when she held her crying 1 year old
She promised herself to be bold
She stood up to the world, the world that said she couldn’t
She fell back down when they said a she shouldn’t

We live in a society where...
Women are supposed to have "clean jobs"
Women are not as strong as men
Women are supposed to look pretty and be looked at
Women are never in charge
But i'm here to tell you you are allowed to be what ever you want
be...
*****
strong
look how ever you want
you are in charge of anything and everything
Society's definition of you is wrong.
I am a female who loves getting *****, who plays "man sports", who will trade in sweats in for makeup any day, and who is in charge of my own destiny. No one is going take this away from me.

I love *****, big and small, I love *****, best of all.

I think ***** are lots of fun, I think ***** are number one.

I think ***** are really neat, they make me want to beat my meat.

I love ***** covered in lace, I love ***** rubbing my face.

I love ***** in leather black, those are huge, do they hurt your back?

I love ***** in bras of silk, make me want to say "got milk"?

I love ***** in a college dorm, and in a nurse's uniform.

I love ***** in tight red sweaters, or stretching against a t-shirt's letters.

I love ***** in t-shirts wet, hey you with the nice *****, have we met?

I love ***** in skimpy swim wear, I'm sorry, I can't help but stare.

I saw your cleavage from above, with your ***** I am in love.

Your ***** are giving me a ******, I'll have my pants off in a jiffy.

Your ***** have given me an *******, I want to do them without protection.

Your ***** have made me want to **** them. I even want to *****-**** them.

I look at her and
I close my eyes,
And oh where my imagination,
Send my eager mind,
The wiles versus my wills,
oh those hills they bind,
Men like me, like demons versus the Lion,
Exorcized, exorcized,
Yeah, but I am Legion,
if they beat me one time,
Oh, next time, time,
They'll be mine.

And those mountains of lust,
That once seemed unclaimable,
Unclimbable like Everest before
Edmund Hillary, like the Sistine Chapel,
Before Michelangelo, oh I will persist,
I will pursue, with the littlest smile,
And the darkest hue,
Where after many days fight,
Suddenly. Then, in the night,
when alas my victory is won!
My prize I will take,
And her pleasure I will reign.

Lipstick splattered on her face,
mascara lines are ruining her lids of desperation.
I see women of beauty, but replacing secrets,
these girls don't feel well.
Their bodies scream beautiful yet their eyes scream despair,
it's like isolation in their heads.
Why do I envy you, when you feel the same way I do?
We are idols, we are scenes, we are plays,
we are actors in disguise, nobody will know our kind.
We try to fit in with the rest, we try to remember why we started this.

I saw you once, when I was only young, never did I know,
that man could be manipulated so well indeed.
To the point they love uncontrollably, yet I can see why your eyes are blurred.
Why do I envy you, when you feel the same way I do?
We are idols, we are scenes to the plays nobody wants to see,
we are actors in disguise, nobody will know our kind.
We try to fit in with the best, the best of the world,
the ones they look to for every word,
Yet I see isolation is never replaced.

Why do I envy you, when you feel the same way I do?
I don't understand, you mustn't really, love the feeling?
How do I become the way, so I feel like freedom wings,
flying in the air, yet I don't feel right, I don't feel safe,
wishing my body away.