This Body

This Body

is me

it is us

it is we


This body is mother

it is sister

it is lover


These arms have rocked children

These hips have rocked men


This mouth has screamed


When told to move, it replied


In the face of same, it demanded


And in the dark it whispered



These legs have stood

on dirt

on tile

in heels

buckled at the knee

and marched in the streets


This body is me

it is us

it is we

This poem is about: 
Our world


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