feel free to judge her body
what’s in it / on it /who’s seen it
just pass up on loving the 1000s
of miles it carried her over
mountain passes & through
damp city streets, fending
off yells and heckles from
heartless men in car seats.
they won’t hear her
heart that beats & breaks
for all the hers/shes/me’s
crying for justice & equity.
miss out on her soft edges,
sweetly carved by bites of
chocolate cake shared with her
forever pal on cold winter nights.
so know they can judge & shame her
but, she has the right to what’s left
of her body after the world has
fought to bend & break & change her.
