I came out of this world
an adventurer ready to explore.
Once I was handed salvation
I was told to search no more.
My body is a temple
and of this masterpiece I was curious.
Yet knowing it too intimately
I was told would make someone furious.
My heart full to the brim and bursting –
thousands of emotions guiding my way.
I was told it is most deceitful
and should pray the colours away.
My own light not to be trusted,
of my own love not to be sure.
My thoughts my own when they are evil –
a gift from him when they are pure.
Who is this being
in whose image I am made?
Though when I look closer
the perfection seems to fade.
Given urges to be ashamed of,
ideas to be ignored.
Told to surrender fully:
To give my body up like a whore.
Thank you for the offer –
thinking you are kind.
Make no mistake:
you have been denied.