Like the beautiful pattern woven by nature on the crevices of the wall.
White lines run against the background of wheatish skin adorning my breasts,
Step leader embossed by Zeus.
A tawny lotus blossoms
Just above my pubes
A memoir of the life, behind it witnessed grew.
To you it must be offing
To see them on my calves
For you fancy silky skin
Not a dappled one with scars.
I do not paint em with colours
To hide them under layers
But just let it be!
I am more than the body
More than what you see.
© Wordpolitics
❤
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the gifts of living.. nicely penned ❤️ Cindy
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Thank you Cindy for reading my piece. ♥️
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Wow great message with this lovely poetry! 💖
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I’m glad you liked it. Thank you 😊
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Precious, Upashna!
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Thank you so much Vrinda! ♥️
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Lovely piece!
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Thanks Shruti! 😊
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Amazing lines….”I am more than the body….More than what you see.”…..beautiful poem ❤️
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Thanks Navin! 😊
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You’re welcome.
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This is amazing. ❤️
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Thanks sweetheart.♥️
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Amazing! I love the topic and the execution of the poem. I’ve never understood society’s obsession with skin of 10 year-olds. A woman will have a pattern and a history that makes her more valuable and more beautiful!
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Thank you so much. I’m so glad you liked and spared a moment to give this wonderful feedback.♥️
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Very beautiful ❤
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Beautifully worded. Thoroughly enjoyed this piece!
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Thank you so much dear soul. ♥️
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Wonderful poem!
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Glad you liked.
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What a lovely, tender poem. Thank you.
Gwen.
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Oh, I’m so glad you liked. Thanks for reading.♥️
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This is great. I am more than my body
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Thank you kindly.
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Beautiful, as always… and deeply true.
I have lots of spare bodies… like spare IDs… passport “me”s…
which I visit to try out other versions… other pieces of me,
when this one is just a bit too frazzled and worn-out to hold all of the me that lives here behind these eyes…
hoping that those who catch me face-to-face will see the light behind,
and know what they’re hugging.
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Oh wow! This is really incredible , and thank you for the kind words. Truly humbled! 😁
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Thank you for always being more… in a world that so often tries to beat us over the head with less.
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Thank you for the support! Really appreciate it 🙂
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Loved it!
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Glad you liked.
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All people are their hearts and souls, not just a body. Especially women, strong and beautiful people that can accomplish anything they set their minds too!!✨
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That’s a really nice thought. I’m glad!
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This is so true! Loved it 🙂
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Thank you so much , I’m glad you liked.
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Such a beautiful piece.
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Thanks a lot Kally, sweet of you to say so.😊
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Such a beautifully-penned poem. The blessed thing is that it’s from becoming mothers. And children are the best blessings of all! ❤
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Thank you so much Cherie for sparing a moment to read. I’m so glad you could relate.♥️♥️♥️
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You’re so welcome, Upashna!
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Beautiful. And so honest! Thanks for sharing this.
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I really appreciate that! Thank you
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