I remember
the shame I
felt long ago about my body,
that I had to be perfect. . .
that I
wasn't perfect. . .
Now I feel ashamed for
having felt that shame,
I don't need to be perfect. . .
and that
makes me perfect.
The fire in me must be
quenched
before it totally engulfs me. . .
I entered this world free
from the trappings that man has imposed on himself. Through years
of conditioning, I conformed to the strict rules of correct behavior, of
decent living, of upright morals.
To hell with it all!
My body screams for freedom from this farce! Let me go back to my
Creator in the clothes He made for me. . .
Finding someone who loves you for who you are, inside and out,
Brings you a step closer to heaven. . .
If only people would stop
judging other people's wants, then I wouldn't need to hide behind this
wall of anonymity. . .
I need to love and be loved. .
.
No artifice. . .
No conditions. .
.
No rules. . .
Some say
marriage cramp their lifestyle,
That it's nothing more than a new set of rules.
Marriage to
the right person will not only bring happiness. . .
The excitement of discovering each
other is total bliss. . .
