I am MORE (Poetry): Lessons in Vulnerability, part 2

I am more than my body,

More than my curves.

I am more than my smile,

My looks, my clothes.

I am not a trophy,

Or a symbol of your best.

I’m no prize or property,

No object to cherish.

FOR,

Underneath my clothes,

Underneath my skin,

Underneath my bones,

This is where my beauty lives.

Tell me,

Who has formed the depths of my soul?

Who has fashioned and woven my bones?

Who has touched with their hands

The passion in my veins,

Or seen grace strumming grace across my heart strings?

IF

You have eyes in your head,

You may want to look deep.

Or you will miss out on seeing,

The real beauty in me.