Body Origin

(poems go here) Body Origin Who is our creator, how do we shape our mind that our body can take, when someone visualize, I keep them mesmerized by the words I say, no one can hope but I protect myself, in every way. What would mother say if she heard all the things her daughter thought, and did, a man caress a soft skin take advantage of her fear within, she not know his intentions her love was way more thicker, she becomes one with her body, comfortable in her own skin, she has hurt by she keeps it within, who taught her morals? Who showed her life? whoever did it didn’t do it right, as she cries and heals the bruises she runs to the man that said he wouldn’t do it, she believes and she hears the words that is intended to tear at her flesh at her body, once a trophy wife, now unhappy with life, she should’ve listen, mother knew best, only if mother could come with an S on her chest. She hated more and more herself, not because of mind because of her body, her body allowed hurt pain and disadvantage, she ran far from herself not knowing, she will run into the arms of another, change has come, pain will run, she is comfortable, her body is noticed, bruises gone, but in denial she runs away, not thinking love will stay, she abuse the drugs she carried, what would her mother think? She dropped every moral she knew and said she would do it again, and also forgetting her Body Origin.