This body of mine
I am my own to own
It is woman it is soft it is strong
It is no longer to be sculpted in the eyes of Ed
It is Olympia reclining
It is Venus De Milo
It is Rembrandt’s Hendrickje
It is Marilyn wrapped in white sheets
It is velvet and grace and languid movements
Across the room
Like the panther with hips of the hunter
And soft padded feet
This body of mine
I am my own to own
From cradle to grave
It is a woman’s body
It is a woman’s heart
It is a woman’s soul
Bleeding, crying, dancing, birthing, holding, giving, comforting, loving, soothing, dreaming, aspiring
You will never take away my strength
My curves
Or my softness
Again.
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