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.