Why do you teach me to hide
What makes me extraordinary
The female body is nothing of the
Ordinary.
The lines on my skin sprout like
Butterflies straight out of their
Cocoons.
My dark spots swim with nights
Of vulnerability and lost thoughts.
My wrinkles untangle years of
Solidity so the me who once
Denied myself of the richest
form of love, cant.
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