Your Body As A Phenomenon
I hold love for the roundness of the Sun,
the swelling luminescence of the Moon,
and the plump of growing fruit-
Which I have been told is not to be
conflated with the idea of our bodies
You are a person, not an orchard,
they explain, so you should not think
that you are as lovely as Earth’s genius-
You are Flawed
The variations we hold dear in our planet
we hold, for each other, in contempt
But I do not wish to hate myself
How can I not love my belly’s jiggling soft,
like cotton cheesecake?
How can I not hold in high esteem both
the dimples of my smile and the matching
sets in my thighs?
What’s the difference between the two?