Wednesday, June 3, 2015

body.


i never really had a sense of home
so i’ve made my body a home
for me and others.

my fingers gave birth to soundscapes
my vocal chords vibrated with songs of joys and distress.
my arms have held together what threatened to fall apart
my eyes have invited vulnerability and trust
my lips have loved and reassured
my shoulders carried burdens, but never broke
my legs wrapped around lovers in their moments of ecstasy
the back of my knees served as canvases, for those who truly indulged.

i never really had a sense of home
so i’ve made my body a home
for me and others.

so dont you dare teach me
to hate it.