This poem is taken from my personal blog.  I wrote it a few months ago, and questioned whether or not to put it on here.  However, I felt today a burning desire - a need - to share it with a larger audience, whether inspired by recent events or simply the amount of time I've had to ponder it.  I would explain further, but I have a feeling the poem will speak for itself.  Without further ado, here is my poem, "Body".

 

Body

 

Hips roll like hills in the valley

Aged and well traversed

But beautiful nonetheless

 

Flowers grow from cracks and crevices

Baby’s breath blooms from between thighs

The innocence of youth gone

 

Breasts sit like mountains

Atop the valley of the chest

Natural and ever appreciated by travelers

 

But they forget who owned the land in the first place –

The woman who has cradled it

And loved it whilst

Sailors and shepherds took advantage of

The sunlight radiating off her back

To grow their own

Selfish desires