This Body
This body
This body is a lie
Taught that this body is
Only pretty because it is honey
Beause I didn't
Stay in the sun too long
Because I reflect my father
And my grandfather
Who was a reflection of light
This body
This body I do not fit
Because it always looks happy
It forces a smile on me that
I don't want to show
I am not happy
This body
Makes me laugh
Like everythiing is funny
But nothing is funny
Because I am serious
This body
I want to hide
Because men look at it
And drool over it
Like it is a piece of steak
Like I am not human
Like I don't derseve the choice to say no
Because his body get what it wants
But my body gets
Stolen from me
Everytime he says he wants me
But I won't let that happen
Because if he tries to bust
In me
I will bust back
And I won't let him take from me
The only thing that was given to me
Because I never had anything but
This body
This body was made wrong
Not that I wish I was male
But because I was taught to never
Love another female
But I feel weird because I love
Both
But I hate the terms they call this body
Because my mother named me
Ceeairra
no straight
not gay
not bi
I am Ceeairra
In this body
This body is fake
Because I mark it up with
Makeup
To hide everything I hold inside
I am tired
I am exhausted
My concealer doesn't only
Hide the bags underneath
My eyes
But hides the war that's going on
Inside my mind
My eyeliner holds the
Tears I fight with every night
Because if they came out
It would only make this body
Look weak
Like this body ain't
Got enough things to prove
I am sick of this body telling
Me what to do
Tired of people judging
Me
Because of this body
I am not just this body
I am more than just this body
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