I store my knowledge inside the folds of the wrinkles on my skin
it builds with age and experience
forever wedged in the markings that reveal to the world that I am no longer young, beautifu,l and naive
my true colours reside inside the deep purples and greens of my bruises
the effects of having too much love to give travel with me in the hues portrayed on my knuckles or burried under dry skin, they show that I am no longer young beautiful and naive
I hold my strength in the cracks of my lips or the dips of my hips, not muscle strength rather mind strength.
I've spent years training myself to see more than the structure of my body
I hold this strength to remind myself that its more than okay to no longer be young beautiful and naive