Can I be Art?

I keep pretending like I'm not

a full woman. Like my glass

isn't yearning for warmth.

Like it's wrong to be seen.

Like God doesn't live in this vessel.

Like I didn't climb dark mountains to get here. 

To find the light to find God within 

I want to take ownership. Love this more. 

Claim my body and womanhood-as my own.

Not feel ashmaed to show my skin, my God given skin!

Can I be naked. Can I be truth. Can I be art.

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