a fortress in which to hide a weapon
this is my body.
this is my body.
this is my right.
this is my right.
this is my right hand
clutching my body
waiting to feel a kick
against the inner flesh
of my stomach
stretching now to hold a body
this is my body.
kick, mother fucker, kick.
foul language, shame, shame,
and around the children?
language which enables violence
(and sometimes laughter and love)
a man should never hit a woman
but sometimes he’s gotta slap a bitch
this is my body.
this is your right hand
gripping my left
like some sort of hand-to-hand combat
and the fight has moved physical
breaking from mental
this is your left hand
clutching a wallet
and my left clutching desperately to a hope
salvation.
this is my body.
this is my body.
this is my body.
this is my body.
this is my body.
this is nothing.