Reclamation

Sometimes I forget 

I take up space. 

I spend my time 

and words 

convincing others that I do. 

My hands, they feel

My head, it thinks

My heart, it beats

As if life exists inside of me. 

Life exists inside of me. 

Too often I forget that 

I take up space.

I know my weight, my height, 

my eyes, they’re blue. 

I know my hands, my ankles, my thighs, 

They’re mine. 

Yet somehow, they belong to you.