My Body

I never thought

That someone as simple as me

Would ever be loved for only my body

But looking at it now

The words you threw at me

The complements that merely related to what was skin deep

Scream shallowness and lust

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Look deeper

And you’ll find something that is worth seeing

Talk more

And you’ll find a conversation worth having

Stare less

Please

I am not an object

And I am not to keep

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You describe me with words that lack emotion

You look at my pictures with longing but without devotion

You would have taken and not have returned

But I never was your token

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You called me names that were not my own

Generic and overused

You gave me time and attention

But only when the clock signaled it was a day anewed

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My skin is porcelain

Carved with care

Elegant and edgy

With cracks that are not meant to be repaired

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Beauty

Does not mean collectable

And elegance

Does not mean to be kept

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You can admire

Only if you are intelligent enough to be creative

If you put in the effort when the time is wrong, not right

And if your tongue is not draped in words of satire

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To be admired

Is not to be degraded

And a body

Does not give you a right to touch

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All things that are admired

Shall be admired from afar

If you need to own it to admire it

Then you do not actually admire it at all