The Beauty Of The Body
Based on Artur Bual- Mar Português, Female Nude
The Beauty Of The Body.
My body is the art.
The one thing that makes people uneasy.
The one thing that turns their heads.
The one thing that através negative attention.
People always feel the need to crítico de me breast.
Two mountainous creations that sit upon my chest.
Like a constellation.
My breast form a pattern representante my person.
The body is your person.
The body is your art.
Filled with scars.
Beauty marks.
It is what forms your frame work.
Your body, is YOUR canvas.
I am art.
My body is the art.
The one thing that makes people feel uneasy.
They Look away.
They say it is sinful.
But the only ones who critique my body are the ones who have the most to hide.
Their own beauty not yet discovered.
Not yet uncovered by their self.
They feel ashamed to look.
But it is Just a body.
As wondrous as the night.
My body has been stared at from a far.
Stargazing humano gazing through open spaces of shame at the perfect frame.
But feel no shame.
For the body is perfectly crafted.
For it may be shown to the world.
For it may be hidden.
For your eyes only.
For your love only.
Your body is yours.
My body is art.
My nakedness is no longer holding me captive.
My soul no longer holds the shame of my imperfections.
My being.
My womanhood.
No longer degradado by man.
My body is the art.
The main attraction.
A map of perfect imperfections.
A gentle flower.
Bloomed from the depths of the oceano.
To the realms of desolation on Earth.
But I just push through the bleakness.
And set my spirit free.
And open my soul for all to see.
Your body is a flower.
Only for love to shower.
As you bloom.
If you let it.
If you allow it.
Your body will bloom.
Open up like a flower.
My nãked body.
Is a temple.
Not a battleground for harsh use.
My body is frágil.
For it is protecting my Spirit as it rest in Peace.
In my body.
Only divine use is worthwhile.
Poem written by Camille Carlington
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