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
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