When I was more

I wasn't just a body back then. I was more.

I played in sand

with trays of land

creating my own world as I went along.

I knew nothing of sex and validation.

I only cared for nature and friends,

never any temptations.

I wore what I desired.

I never had to worry it’d get me fired.

Now, at my clothes I yank and pull

to cover my sinful skin when my stomachs full.

I used to love the beach.

When it didn’t serve as a playground for those

who see me as an object just beyond their reach.

I miss the simplicity,

the tranquility

I miss the being of youth.

I wasn't just a body back then. I was more.