by Claire Sapan
In bed each night I am grateful for the body that is mine:
Skin that protects me, allows me to feel
Tongue that gives me taste
Heart that allows me to feel
But somewhere along the way you decided my body
Was yours
You disassemble me
Like a Barbie
Bending me in your direction
At your discretion
Breaking off what you don’t like
And today you took my choice
You took autonomy away from me,
From my body
So tonight in bed I will mourn
But tomorrow I will fight
For at the end of the day,
This body is mine
Claire Sapan is an avid writer and feminist, hoping and fighting for a better world.
