What will be
of my body?
She is strong, and beautiful
she is unique in her own way
and holds a life just as precious
as any other

What will become of her
in this world?
a piece to look at
like trash on the side of the road
rather than a work of art hanging on
a tall wall

Will she be spoken to
with aggressive words?
rather than with words of
care and love

And the other bodies?
Will they grow to only be weak
and fall for a world
of unrealistic expectations

She is beautiful
we carry a voice
that will never be turned off