I do not hate my body.
Finally, after the long
uphill battle,
against pain
and shame
and worthlessness
I no longer hate who I am

I do not leave my body.
When he is on top of me,
finally I'm there too
as I lay beneath him
I feel every move
and push
and tickle of pleasure

I do not freeze in fear.
When a man comes into the room,
or touches me,
and shocks me
I no longer freeze and let him take.
No, now I have a voice
and power
and mobility

Today I have rights.
I have my home back
and I have birthed authenticity
from my newly transformed womb.
A clean, holy place that was building
As I still, continue to grow.