‘This literal weight..’ [poem]
Why does it feel like the weight of the worlds on my shoulders when I carry a much heavier load in my chest
Alongside my chest
On my chest
Sits a ductal system of misogyny and sexual repression that wasn’t in my ownership to begin with
The off beat
Heart beats
That beat through my rib cage aren’t mine when the skin I live in is raped of its worth by boring stares and wandering hands
My identity was rewritten after bashful warnings of the dangers of provocative clothing
Leaving only an empty shell save the voiceless sobs wrenched from a now tainted body that wasn’t my own
Yet mammary glands undamaged
Primed for the day that fertilised notions of internal sexism would embed themselves in my darkest reaches
9 months festering inside, the idealised body image now misshapen and distorted, stretch marks fit only for the unfrequented areas of fetish porn sites
“It’s a beautiful baby girl”
The cycle starts again
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