I lay here with my true nakedness bearing for the <br />entire world to see, a faceless woman in a man’s <br />world searching for the true mean of free. <br /> <br />My naked body is on display, laid out like a <br />dish to be served, eaten like a sweet peach ripped <br />from the warm sun that has cover the whole layer. <br /> <br />My naked body is an image of what this world has <br />made neither me a mere figure without a face, <br />a name nor emotion just a nakedness uncovered <br />to this world like a new baby fresh from her <br /> mothers wound. <br /> <br />My naked body has been desired from a far, gazed <br />at through the windows of our shame, pictured like <br />a perfect frame but still has not been embraced <br />like the gently flower it is. <br /> <br />Bloomed from the <br />field of love this naked body of mine that has bared kings and Queens from ocean wide as I lay with naked feels of I am, and who I can be? <br />I am your mother, your sister, and your true love, I am that woman and my entire imperfectness has made me who I am. <br /> <br />My nakedness no longer holds me; I am no longer bound with shame for I am a faceless woman in this man world hated, desired, loved and adored. <br /> <br />The nakedness of my soul shines like a diamond in the mountain untouched by human hands; this is my true naked body for the world to see love me or hate me but this is me.<br /><br />Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-naked-body/
