Her

I have often been told that space between my legs is not for me

Men see stars and galaxies taste the rivers of the world flowing from my skin

and yet all I see are dark ceilings and feel the cotton pillow case caressing my cheeks

My body is my home

I built her to stand tall I fed her when she starved I called her smart and kind and strong when all she ever heard was pretty

The softness of my hands is not for you to burn

My sweet syrup dripping down my legs is not your prize

I stand naked in a mirror desperate to see stars and galaxies and taste the rivers of the world

Instead I am met with stretch marks and scars bruises and birth marks

I am a painted canvas of horror on my worst days my tits sag and my belly dives to meet the floor beneath my feet

On my best days I am the star that lights up your universe

But I say again my body is my home

and the criticism shame and cruelty you drove into my house will not be tolerated

I am made of stone smooth marble cool to the touch I am invincible I am indestructible

Admiration joy resilience are paintings hung in the castle of my heart

I am undefinable and my webs cannot be untangled but I am a goddess in my own right

I am the stars and galaxies and river I have been searching for.

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