I write and write but still I say Nothing It’s stuck in my body You know what I’m talking about It’s stuck in yours, too Is it in your hips or thighs Your kidneys, shoulders, or throat? I have choked I have coughed I have stuffed it down I have starved it I have eaten so much My body became unlovable, untouchable But I broke free Once I found my voice and My anger is beautiful Not to everyone, but to me I haven’t shut up in months My freedom is their noise
My body forgot how to dance Or doesn’t want to My body remembered tree pose, prayer hands, and corpse What I almost became Several times But something stopped me Because I’m supposed to live
