My body is beautiful, you might not think so, but it is.
See, my body is more than just your eye candy.
It’s more than how I wear my hair.
It’s not about how flat my stomach is, or how my ass protrudes.
It’s not about my complexion, or the color of my irises.
It’s not here for your dissection.
Its purpose is not to amuse you.
And though, I may allow you the chance to delight in my body,
my body is not here, simply for your delight.
My ass is not for spanking.
My breasts are not for squeezing.
My hands were not created for your stroking.
And I can no longer continue to stroke your ego,
when you continue to destroy mine.
My body is a vessel. It’s a vessel for my soul.
When God created my body, I’m sure he didn’t do so with your penis in mind.
He gave me this body to serve a purpose. His purpose.
He gave me these hands to serve the poor,
to embrace the dismayed,
to nurture my growing children
to nurse my aging parents,
to create beautiful works of art.
He gave me legs to walk in his footsteps,
to march against injustice,
to run from immenate danger,
to chase after my babies,
to swim in the ocean,
to travel in distant lands.
My body is a vessel.
It’s a vessel for God’s children.
It’s how your babies landed on this planet.
My body is a metaphorical spiritual spaceship superhero.
You may have assisted, but my body was the captain.
I sailed us through the turbulence until we landed in paradise.
I created 10 little fingers and 10 little toes.
My body stretched double its size to house a human.
I created a brain from my cells, and the brain is brilliant.
I fed this tiny person with the milk that dripped from my breasts.
The body I birthed is magnificent and perfect in every way;
and if I never write a book or make a film, that will be my legacy.
My body is more than your visual feast.
How dare you insult me by insinuating that my waist should be smaller
or that my hips should be wider.
Is that all you think me?
If so, I may not be the one for you.
I don’t look like the porn stars of whom you fantasize.
My body doesn’t look like the pseudos’ you see on TV.
Because God made this body for me. And it’s been good to me.
I can’t help that you don’t see what God and I see.
My body is beautiful, you may not think so, but it is.
My body is a vessel.
A vessel for my soul.
And my soul is obviously light years beyond you.
Like Beyonce said, maybe “I’m just too much for you”.
I cannot continue to accommodate your criticisms.
They are not welcome.
You may not see me, as I see myself,
but this is an internal predicament…for you.
You are the one with the issue.
Which leads us to an impasse.
You should get with the program.
Or leave my ass.
My body is a shrine.
If I compared my body to a land mass,
I would be an island, because I stand alone.
The red sand beach, my complexion.
The jungle, my hair.
The fruit hanging from the tree, my talents.
The petals of each flower, my attributes.
And there are many.
If I stood naked in a field of sunflowers, they would all stand up straight, turn in my direction, and salute me.
Don’t you know who I am?
I am a goddess.
I taught Venus about the birds and bees.
Aphrodite comes to me for love advice.
God has equipped me with these qualities.
And you’re blessed too,
because I chose you.
But please, don’t forget that my body is not for superficial enjoyment.
My body is a part of my queendom.
And I am a queen, indeed.
My body is a vessel; a vessel for my soul.
My body is beautiful.
You may not think so,
but it is.
Please don’t confuse me with your favorite video vixen.
My body was not made for the pleasure of men
Though it has the ability to pleasure men.
I was made for a higher purpose
I was made to love and to be loved.
My body is alluring.
Gaze upon me gleefully
Be enchanted by my eyes.
Each day, compliment my curves
And observe me affectionately.
I implore you,
Relish in my beauty.
Savor the soft touch of my skin.
Approach my nude frame with joy and gladness
Take pleasure in what you see and in what you don’t see.
Love my body because it is my vessel,
A vessel to my soul, of which you revel in
There is no other soul, that would satisfy you more.
Our souls are old friends, they amuse one another.
And though my body has changed, my soul has not.
My soul cannot be detached from this body
And it wouldn’t choose to be.
My soul and my body are a package deal.
My body is beautiful,
You might not think so,