desert temple by Jose Morell

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.

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