When I am old,
I will take of my socks,
So the world can witness
My wrinkled,
Calloused
Feet
And yellowed Nails.
I will take of my trousers,
To reveal my legs-
Hairy as a monkey’s armpit,
And speckled
With scars from all my falls,
And all my failures.
Tattooed with
Lines of strain,
From all the times I got back up.
I want to have calves
As muscular
and as beefy
as a bulls,
And thighs dimpled
With cellulite
as if they were smiling at themselves.
Laughing at
the way that they wobble,
And quake in the wind.
And then I’m going to take off
My shirt,
So everyone can see
My hunched back-
I carried the world on my shoulders for too long.
I want to flaunt,
My breasts-
And the way they hang with age
And dried up milk,
For my future children.
I’m gonna have a throat covered
In tendons and veins
From all the talking
And tensing
And Shouting I did.
When I’m old
I’m going to be
Beautiful.
Every line on my body’s going to have a story.
I’m going to die,
A book
Of scribbled memories,
And folded corners.
I want everybody to read me
When I’m old,
‘Cause I am all I’m worth.
I’ve only got a few words yet,
But when I’m old,
I’m gonna have a million,
And more.