stranger

20Dec07

i am repulsed by all her femininity
her breasts, her wide hips, her sturdy thighs
all that gives her substance and dimension
all the ways in which she occupies space
and all her parts are painfully familiar
this is because i live trapped inside
all of these painfully familiar parts
but they feel foreign, i don’t own them
i refuse to own or accept them as my own
i don’t love them or trust them
the way a person should love and trust
the vessel that houses their soul
I look in the mirror and all I see is
the thick trunk that supports my tree tall frame
sometimes i try to find the beauty and
pretend my size means strength, pretend
that i am a descendant of the Amazons…

 

 

 

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