My Body

I bumped into a wall And got a bruise.It hurt me , it didn't hurt you . I drank past my cut off limit And I woke up this morning feeling like deathIt hurt me, it didn't hurt you  I shaved my legs with a brand new razor blade And I nicked my skin like 13 timesIt hurt me, it didn't hurt you  What happens to my body and I how I treat it ,Affects me , it doesn't affect you  But for some reason I still hear people making conversation  Like dang she's gained a pound or two , as if it should bother you .  But for some reason I still hear people talking about how I hold my pen funny , as if my grasp affects your daily tasks  Growing up I was a stick , I didn't come to that conclusion yahll did .  And my hair , I don't keep up with it you guys love to remind me like it's a problem that you need to fix  Ohh marinda those pants are too tight , your booty sticks out , yah that's how MY body was made alright ?  Maybe it hard to comprehend , but this my body - not yours instead .  And maybe you need to understand that the way I look , talk , and dress is a choice I get to make cause it's my body for godsake Maybe you need a friendly reminder that you can't judge and dictate a body that's not yours in the first place  So until you get bruises when I get bruises , and your body changes solely cause mine does too , and my hairstyle magically is placed on you . Don't judge me , cause none of me affects you .   

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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