My Body, My Body, My Body

My body is a temple

A canvas of shea butter

Perfectly assembled

by Divine creation

and ancestral mothers

My body is my ego

Intellectually and spiritually sound

And for that reason

My body is also my hero

It reminds me that I'm still here

And that my purpose is undefined

Because my body is also my peer

She holds me down on all fronts

Reminding me that my body

Is not for witch hunts

To be mastered by men

who place archaic time clocks

As if my body were a toy locked in a playpen

My body is my body, is my body.

It's more than my womb

That houses my offspring

It's more than a notion

And a hell of an offering

Of liberation and integrity

And for that reason

My body is and will always hold the choice

For posterity.

Peace and Love.