This poem is about me, myself and I, rediscovering the body for all of its worth. As a woman, there have been times where my body has felt flawed due to the opinionated standards of beauty presented to me. Yet, through this poem, I hope to convey the importance of embracing the skin and additionally acknowledging the difficulty that path may contain.
Are the flesh glued to thigh
Are the dark hairs trespassing
Are the translucent skin
Too much?
Can’t see me!
In the photos
If I am just these hierarchical veins too cowardly to flow boldly.
Speak up!
In the conversation.
Shut up!
Voice is annoying.
Rip it to shreds
Construct it again
To deconstruct like the expensive chefs,
But serve it cheap
Because I can’t afford myself.
Blink once
See me
But blink twice
See your opinions
Stuck on like price tags in my freckles
Insults sewn on in bugs’ bites
Itching to bleed
to scar
Marks all over in patterns and sequences intruding memory
Constellations?
Converted to images and laugher and
Could be
Love.
Drawing with sharpie
Lines on my body
The photos better than those
In which I am no more than a ghost.
Voice pesters and emerges
Through the marks old and new
Reaching towards sensation.
Constructed again.
Selling it Back.
Expensive.
