Move Me Poetry
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Move Me Poetry

The Art of Becoming

Photo by Sharon McCutcheon on Unsplash

My body, a canvas of skin wrapped over sinew, muscles, and cells.
Aging — I am aging.

Scars tell tales of pregnancies lost,
pre-cancerous biopsies, and control over my body,
of one child too many.

This canvas reveals minute details,
uniquely me,
constellation beauty marks,
and auto immune disease injection sites.

Where once adorned perfectly braided plaits in strands of three,
symbolic of…

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JD Greyson

JD Greyson

Writer, Creator, & Mystic, & Lover of words. ❤️ I write to change the world, loving by faith, not sight.

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