Too often to people become consumed by the outside appearances. I wrote this poem about the true beauty thats lies beneath the exterior.

My Body Is Not My Temple

My petite little body,

Is my downfall.

There is so much more to me,

Than something that small.

My long golden hair,

And ivory complexion.

Is just the surface.

You’re looking in,

The wrong direction.

Go past the outside,

And see your way in.

There is more to me within.

If you’re taken by the outside,

Then that’s all you will ever see.

You’re missing out,

On the most beautiful part of me.

For, my body is not my temple,

It is my curse.

But if that’s all you want,

Then it will never be yours.

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