It’s My Body

It’s my body to imagine,

to construct and shape,

in or out of fashion.

Or so I like to think.

But others 

have different 


different visions, 

different versions 

of me and my body.

I have to consider these,

to determine my own reality,

have to decide how to engage 

these multiple images

and their projections

to reveal myself to myself,

if I can see them, that is.

For sometimes they are invisible,

as sometimes I am,

existing only in imaginations.

But, it is still my body,

to decide whose versions 

it engages with,

who it entertains.

And who enters

into this conversation.


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