Hey, it’s been long since we did chatting,
It’s me your body, your fleshy being.
Into the specs, the eyes are a window,
To get lost into the soul so hollow,
The uneven bracket of teeth,
The pigmented skin with marks and injuries,
Childhood scars, adulthood blemishes,
Not so lovely brown tone,
Hiding the sweat with cologne,
The black hair all over me,
Which you shave and wax shyly,
The psoriasis hips and belly fat,
Dark knees and elbows on the mat.
I know you’re confident about your head,
But you resist me in the bed,
Many may despise you, some may hate,
Few may accept you as a lovely mate.
Comments and comparisons all over,
Believe me, nobody is perfect forever.
Come out, flaunt yourself, however,
Stop being so undercover,
Love your physical as your rational,
Because it’s me who is you for people.