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Portrait of Me

You drew me once,
My porcelain thighs,
My full, round, heavy breasts.
The plumpness of my ripe behind.
You whispered to me,
"I want to devour your flesh"

My heartbeat paused,
While I tried to fathom,
How a man can look at my body,
Feel desire and not repulsion.

So I needed to test this,
Allowed my sexuality to open,
Like petals,
Like labia.

In late summer blooms;
Early yellows begin,
 on life's tree.

I am free to see,
Through the eyes of someone,
Who doesn't dislike their body
As much as I.

I wish I had the confidence to claim myself then as I do now.

I met a devil on the road,
He was kicking up dust,
Saying, "Embrace yourself".
Written by Sky_dancer (A girl has no name)
Author's Note
I've been working on not detesting myself for a few months.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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