Look at me.

Do I look like a toy,

A babrbie, 

Or a release?

I am me and my body is a temple,

The curves and egdes need to be treated with respect.

Every scar and freckle is apart of me

And they are going nowhere.

From my long hair to my small toes

I am a treasure. 

What you see is a rare speciment- a glorified gem.

Born from purity, I remain as white as the driven snow

I awake a blue iris and fall asleep a red rose-

Beautiful and full of meaning.

My body is a temple and none so violate it.