Body Love, Pt. 2 (Lambert Mary)

I know I am because I said I am I know I am because I said I am I know I am because I said I am My body is home My body is home I know I am because I said I am I know I am because I said I am I know I am because I said I am So try this Take your hands over your bumpy lovebody naked And remember the first time you touched someone With the sole purpose of learning all of them. Touched them because the light was pretty on them And the dust in the sunlight danced the way your heart did Touch yourself with a purpose Your body is the most beautiful royal Fathers and uncles are not claiming your knife anymore Are not your razor, no Put the sharpness back Lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin I once touched a tree with charred limbs The stump was still breathing But the tops were just ashy remains I wonder what it's like to come back from that Because sometimes I feel a forest fire erupting from my wrists And the smoke signals sent out are the most beautiful things I've ever seen Love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet And brother, arm wrapping shoulders, and remember This is important You are worth more than who you fuck You are worth more than a waistline You are worth more than beer bottles displayed like drunken artifacts You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim in the shadows, More than a man's whim Or your father's mistake You are no less valuable as a size 16, than a size 4 You are no less valuable as a 32a than a 36c Your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood It is wisdom You are a goddamn tree stump with leaves sprouting out Reborn