arms made for carrying the words that spill out of my mouth not for holding you together hands used to create art and write things that hurt too much to say not to touch you chest made to feed the children I have yet to bear not for your pleasure legs to carry me throughout life not for you to stare at as I walk by my body is mine it is for me and will only ever be
ive been trying to get back into writing and this is ****** but at least its something