​Whose Body is This, Anyway?

My body was never mine.

I’ve learned this now, past 35.

I’ve never been without the eyes,

Or the hands,

Which undress without permission.

My body was never mine.

It’s been cut and sliced,

Stitched, drugged, poked,

Torn, birthed, birthing;

Always at the will of someone outside.

My body was never mine;

More like a bottle of Klein.

I’ve been mistaken for a human

But really I’m a portal.

Don’t you want to come inside?

My body was never mine.

And it should shame you,

It should break you,

It should fuel you,

To realize your daughter

Will never own her body either.