it stopped feeling right
I know you heard it my bones
and locking hips
in silt and clay
I know you did
but you took it anyway…
My body is not your dumping ground
not your place of release
not your trophy or your jumping off point
for a new slate
not a landing strip for
pornographic reenactments
of white come on brown belly fetish
my body is not for your distraction,
or for your brown sugar for cravings
my body is a sacred site – YES – but
NOT for the tourist bucket list
TICK ‘Yeah, been there’
It is not the free soup sample section
at the supermarket
my body is too vast for shallow slurps
it’s the herb garden
that grew cardamom, turmeric, ginger
that heals
like homeopathic drops and tincture
my body is not your gymnasium
not weights to test or bulk your power with
my solar plexus is not the punching bag
for your unresolved emotions
and next time you come
for temporary cuddles
to kill time until the next one
know that my body is not your mama’s
not a well for you to milk dry
all you missed out on in childhood
but come with reverence
with all of your essence and presence
and my body will give more than
you’ve ever known
my body is not your science lab
no I don’t give u permission
to lay your curious on me
with all of your industries
to test your fantasies
strategies for some contest
it’s not your satellite tower
to broadcast your stolen conquest
my body is mine
it’s mine to objectify
like celestial objects
asteroids and stars
shining on stale carpets
and fresh scars
my body is mine
it’s mine
it’s mine
it’s my contradiction
my secret to tell or not to tell
my right to cover up or to rebel
my made-up word to italice
or to misspell
what you told me was my hell
was in fact, my well
of everlasting power
so cast your pious eyes
your greedy hooks
your dirty looks
away from my body
there is nothing wrong in
walking proud and strong
flawed and vulnerable
there is wrong in
making you pay attention to
the swaying hips of my
gullies and my oceans
I have always been here
just doing my thing
there is nothing wrong with my body
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH MY BODY
my body is
crowing heads
through birth canals
humble creeks
and waterfalls
broken skin and hummingbird calls
it’s an open palm
always facing the Source
drawing in more love
to give even through it all
my body mends and heals
braces and builds
from billions of light years ago
a breathtaking tapestry of interference patterns
stitched with stardust
and synovial fluids for God’s movements
My body IS God’s library
of information
Read. The. Signs.
It’s all there
In My Body