I’m the musical instrument of your resonance.
In my mirror, I’m powerful, magical.
Do you see me as soft, fragile, and emotional?
I don’t train for beauty or belly.
All choices are mine.
I blossom, I bloom even when I’m tiny.
I carry difficulties in my soul.
Ssssssht… Let’s shush stereotypes.
You are the cause of my mood swings.
Your affection for conception
Keeps my sensuality at bay.
You try to restrain me,
While my chosen femininity is the only way.
I’m her naked body,
And you don’t have a say.
This poem was made during the first writing atelier in February 2024
It has been used to improvise on music.
“Her Body” – is now also a song
