short poem about my body


I feel myself take a deep breath

And  I carelessly run my fingers down the side of my stomach

I feel the ripple of my stretchmarks and the indentations in my thighs

And the familiarity of where my birthmarks and scars lie and there’s never an urge to modify.

I wipe my face of exhaustion

getting intimate with the feel of my pores


I touch my palm and trace the lines in my hand

I feel my back, my toes, my thigh and my nose and I love what I feel

It took a while to get there but Im eternally grateful.

For this is real and all I’ve ever known.

And I love it and hold it close its the only thing that’s ever my own.


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