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Perfect

I lie here looking at the body that has given me so much pleasure and pain
My breasts once firm and perky, now deflated and sad
My enviable flat stomach now lies next to me, soft and tender
There is an odd shaped crevice that once housed a very sexy belly button
And my most exquisite bit scarred with a line connecting two points of a perfect triangle

Yet, I cannot be more proud of the pieces of me that created life, nourished it, and brought into this world

The imperfections evident as I look in the mirror at my naked body

The bumps
The curves
The visible and invisible scars
The loose saggy parts that once were so firm you could bounce a quarter off of them

They are the not-so-subtle reminders of the little miracles created from a bond of love

Eternally grateful for the man who loves and is still aroused by the body lying next to him each night, never once letting on that he may long for the body that used to be

Eternally grateful for the three amazing children who see me as their beautiful mother, even on days when I fall just a little short of perfection

The connection and love I feel, as they bury their faces in my neck in each embrace, knowing that my scent alone is comfort to them all

Bombarded by the images every day of what the ideal is

Making a conscientious decision to love this magnificent body that has blessed me with a life that I could have never imagined and much to my surprise, multi-orgasmic

Loving myself as I am and not allowing myself to be assaulted by the non-existent perfection that the world wants me to believe

I am beautiful
I am powerful
I am amazing
I am glorious

Not in spite of, but because of, the perfect imperfections

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Juxtapose Me

round curves to your strong edges
soft whispers to your sharp tongue
sensual to your intellectual
chaos to your order
irrational to your reason
emotional to your logical
struggle to your pacifism
passion to your complacency
comfort to your madness
solace to your suffering
kindness to your harshness
flexibility to your rigidity
lucidity to your dullness
opposites connecting
the yin and yang
synergistically balanced

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Mary Lambert “Body Love”

Thank you my BabyGirl, Zaria, for sharing this beautiful and powerful spoken word with me. I LOVE AND ADORE YOU!!!

This is to all of us who feel like we are not enough. We ARE more than enough. Special thanks to the beautiful and perfect Mary Lambert. You are an inspiration.

Bliss

Listening to the rain
Pitter, patter
On the window sill

Washing away the impurities
While I lie here with you
Listening to your breath synchronize with the beat of my heart

Melting slowly into the sheets
Beneath the warmth of your body
Moving perfectly as we become one
You, me, bed, rain, sheets, your breath, my heartbeat

Bliss

me

Me

The “me” that once was vulnerable, tender, naked,
You have forgotten how to love that “me”.

You have broken “me” with your carelessness,
“Me” found a home in the dark corners of her soul.

Tormented by the loneliness,
“Me” built a fortress of discontent and sadness to keep her safe.

As the years escape us,
“Me” comes out to seek your love less and less often, at times lashing out in anger, desperate for love from “you”.

The purest and most innocent of loves that used to surround “me”, is now soiled and tainted

Delicate, petals of a flower, “me” crumbled when you closed your calloused hands

Pure as the carbon that creates the most radiant diamonds, “me” was contaminated by your sharp tongue

Glass pieces of “me” lie broken, hopeless, waiting for the moment that “you” would make “me” whole again

But alas, “me” eternally lingers in her fortress, slowly decaying, waiting for “you” to awaken her with the simplest act of love, wondering why “you” have abandoned her.

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I truly cannot comprehend when given a gift so beautiful, pure and fragile, how one can squander it so carelessly…it defies all logic and reason.

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“Sticks and stones are hard on bones. Aimed with angry art, words can sting like anything. But silence breaks the heart.”  –Phyllis McGinley

Lather, Rinse, Repeat

Envisioning a life that will never be

Living your life, living mine

Going through the motions of the day to day

Overwhelmed with the monotony

 

The mundane, a reality

Like the instructions on a shampoo bottle

Lather, rinse, repeat….

Lather, rinse, repeat…

Only a matter of time before there is nothing to lather, rinse, repeat

 

Clinging to any spark of life

Whatever exists, slowly fading

Grasping on to anything, to awaken something

Feeling alive, needing to feel like a woman again

EVE

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Don’t you understand who I am?
Don’t you realize that if it were not for my womb, this earth would be barren?
The pleasure I give you would not exist without my mysteries.
You would not know what tenderness means without my touch.

I am not an object for you to own.
I am not a piece of meat for you to regurgitate.
I am not a trophy for you to showcase.
I am not a vision for you to fornicate to.

I am a complex mind with territory yet unexplored.
I am an exquisite creature that shelters the fruit of humankind.
My body is the keeper of an abundance of mysteries and pleasures.
I am more than what you are willing to comprehend.

I am a lover, a mother, a wife, a friend, a sister, a daughter, an artist . . .

I am Eve.