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My Body

January 12, 2019
By un_named DIAMOND, Olympia, Washington
un_named DIAMOND, Olympia, Washington
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The scars and stretch marks on my thighs
look like words as they weave together.
When the melting sun sits on summer skies
I don't just cover up and endure the warm weather.

Why would I hide words more intense than any poem I could write?

I'm so grateful for my body outside, and in;
(I wasn't when I gave myself these scars, of course.)
If you learn the language of my skin,
please don't read looking for any remorse.

This body is not an apology.



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