The inside is always warm–always welcoming.
I spread my kindness everywhere I go–everyone I see
Spreading positive like a disease
My body is my temple
I try to make myself as unnoticeable as possible but it’s hard
It’s hard when the walls are dark
It’s hard when my temple is tall
It’s hard when that’s what the people outside pay attention to
But no i didn’t stand in the sun for too long and
i don’t want to be a basketball player
My body is my temple.
I can style it however I want–i’m a pretty good stylist
I can furnish it.
Bright colors from the top to the bottom
It shows who i am
It makes a temple, MY temple.
My forehead is like a yard long.
It also tells many stories.
it remembers important things.
It remembers faces, it remembers hurt.
My body is my temple, and I’m allowed to show it.
