by Spencer Jean.
I am safe inside this body
This body has a mind
Albeit troubled, prevalent psyche
Lips
Two advocates for my asylum
Shouting out
Standing up
Preach the gospel of my safety
Teeth gnashing at my enemies
Hips sway my divine pleasures
Feet carry me
Spine rights me
Eyes shape my reality
Ears absorb sweet melody
Lungs that breathe my ancient, sandy fires
Heart that beats my every desire
Listen,
Soft
What gentle harold my body holds
Fills my basket
Collecting memories
As dandelions between my toes
Dip the bread of my pride in swelling orchestra
Cradle my sadness
Pry apart my sage, stiff blades of doubt
Seek my joy
Protect my worth
My body likes me
Loves me
My devotee
I am safe inside this body
BIO: Spencer Jean has a BFA from the University of Windsor, written several unpublished scripts, non-fiction, and poetry pieces, and is a contributor at Yiara Magazine.
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