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The Colors of Me

Not My Body

By Dezarae AliPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
The Colors of Me
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The Colors of Me

Now it is certain in my being that I am not simply this body for I remember having found my home in many other forms.

Isn't it true that I was once but a precious clump of cells maturing into sacred form; nestled snugly within a warm rose womb?

Wasn't I once that fragile babe nuzzling close to mother's cream bosom? That helpless weeping my coping being caged within a tiny vessel.

And what of the terrible twos, when my ruby cheeks stained with tears, I pleaded and begged, frustrated and crumbled without my words?

I remember being too small to reach up high, to go to school, play outside with the bigger kids, or be this tall for all the carnival rides.

And what about ten years old when my raven hair was long, and I out-shined popular Mandy? He wanted to hold my hand instead, 'cause I had all the candy.

Oh the goofy teenage years! I can't forget those. How awkward and strange losing all my pink bows! My breasts grew faster and larger than most!

And what such sorrow for that green girl of twenty that he could take so much and leave her so empty.

Who was I once when so plagued by disease when every day was black and all my hours were brought begging on bended knees?

And that woman of thirty who Happiness rescued? She was bliss and walked a foot off the ground, golden and joyous where grace abounds.

Wasn't that me who blessed love in my womb; when my belly rounded out and my heart just grew and grew?

And here I sit now in a new body; a sunny smile enveloping my face, basking in wisdom's delicate grace. I know this temple is not me.

I laugh as I imagine the bodies yet to appear - the frazzled mommy, that sexy tie-dye hippie, a sagging mid lifer, and the little old lady whose gray hair and wrinkles betray a life full of laughter!

Still one day they will ask, "Love how are you doing? I'm not ready to lose you, so much sorrow brewing!"

I will smile and simply say "This body is old. I am ready today. I am happy dear one. I am eager to go and become a rainbow with wings and halo!"

Dezarae Ali

inspirational

About the Creator

Dezarae Ali

I love writing poetry and short stories.

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