terra corpus, stella corpus

my body stands as an activist

mapped out to protest and endure

honesty shown in every drop of ink

tatooed cartography over flesh

intrinsic map of global configuration,

do not trace routes with that

accusing finger it’s irony stains

will ruin my contours and relief,

be it earth or beyond the

airless limits i reside

and listen to the voices beyond

and those that pray,

eyes behold what lies before

and i will not yield,

listen to me and live as i say

i am your journey

to that everlasting place

within that olive texture skin

my breasts will show milk

from which kindness is drawn

but kindness is not unlimited

it ends feudal and bitter,

take me into your homes

and i will protect fear turns

at my image,

and i will be here forever more

my body my life

never in stasis always a flux