My body is not White, or

thin, or tall. My body

is not tight.

 

It is not male.

It is not saved.

My body is not

American made.

 

My body is well used.

Two souls

came through it.

 

It is able and stabilized

by access to money,

and care, and

work.

 

This is my body.

The place where “I”

resides.

 

It will have to do.