My body is the party of the year
and none of you are invited.
I am Gatsby waiting on the shore,
for the love of my life,
which is myself.
I put up streamers,
There is more champagne than you have ever seen
and I am getting drunk in the bathtub.
Quote the body is not an apology unquote.
But the body is also not a whisper, an excuse, a “maybe one day”.
My body is a scream into the dark,
a crowded restaurant,
a hill to die on.
It is a museum piece worth getting dirty.
This is not a revelation or a brave admission.
It is a prayer and a choice and an answer
for everyone that who looks into a darkened mirror and wishes.
* “The Body is Not an Apology” is a book by Sonya Renee Taylor