Monster

my body is not a monster.

it is 

torrential 

terrains.

hold me carefully,

from me 

oceans pour.

my body is not a monster.

caramel dripping 

land of gold

be cautious of

how you treat me.

this world has fools gold too.

my body is not a monster.

it has craters and 

hidden crevices.

you'd have to climb 

the rise and fall

of my chest,

cross it all to

get my heart.

because there is nothing 

that holds more beauty 

than a woman 

who knows 

what she's worth. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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