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I’m reminded
Of injury and loss
A toss
Up to the sky
like the ball
Up high
Fight for it
Like you fought for your life
In hospital beds
Your stain-free white cotton
The smell of bleach
The bleaching white of uniforms
Uniform in line
Line up and say good game
My body
Floating and falling
Imprisoned entombed
Ineffective womb
Every breath with shrapnel
Sharp pain packer
I remember the days of running
Of playing
Of hurt
Would scraping my knee
She tells me no
She tells me no
She tells me to know my body
I know I’m nobody
worthy of
Medals
And flashbulbs
And being carried off the field in pure bliss by my teammates
Buzzer-beater shots
Against the odds
The odds against me
may prevail
Maybe its a glimpse of fame
A false frame of mind
When the ball hits the frame of the net
And bounces in
When you’re actually celebrated
And recognized
And loved
Because you do something that benefits others
Not because they truly care about you
Not because you’re memorable
But because you’re so forgettable
They didn’t realize you were gone for a year
You were out sick for months
Your eyes still mimic those of a raccoon
Deep darkness below
Those dark circles
They didn’t flinch when you were hurt
When your jaw was crushed in practice
When you stopped coming to practice
When you stopped talking in the group chat
When you didn’t sign up last year
When you were no longer at the games
Because it was never about your ability
It was always
Lack thereof
It was never about how far you’d come
Never about what you’d endured
Never about the liquid in your lungs
The popping balloon lungs
The broken tree branches of ribs
You’d had since birth
Premature baby
Cry baby
Premie could never compete
But when you finally could It was all about status
And celebration
Anyways
But all you ever wanted
Was a body that could do the same
Work just as hard
And actually have the same outcome as others
All you ever wanted was to be able to run with dad
Or chase the pigeons on the street
Like the other kids
Unlike the other kids
When you couldn’t play kickball Or soccer Or run the mile
Just like the other kids Just be like the either kids
Oh how I wish I could be like the other kids
Not better
Not more talented
Not the fastest runner
Not the best thrower
Not the exceptional goalie
Not the incredibly flexible gymnast
And i can’t even be mad
For what its worth I have it better than many
And i’m grateful I’ve got legs and arms
And they all seem to work
I’ve got a neck that turns
And a working spinal cord
That’s more than my mom can say
My main holdbacks are my lungs
Not my funds Not my fears
Not a lack of support
I’ve got just two pills to take a day
No heart attacks, no dementia
That’s more than my grandma can say
And i can breathe at night
Without a machine
Unless my allergies are too bad
My milligrams are only 10
That’s more than what my dad can say
But anyway
What is America if not its image?
More than a country, it is the picture of self-aggrandizing
It is one that involves personal choice and freedoms! Do you want to live in a country where we are not allowed to control our bodies? Do you want the government telling you what job is “morally” acceptable?
There is nothing Americans crave more than performative success.
But what does this say about the country?
...send a message to our ambitious young nation: Conquer
We understand the magnitude of this demand, how monumental a decision like this would be.
This is the message to the American wealthy, to take the world as they want.
take back ownership of our bodies and
take back our rights
Gleaming eyes,
No time for sighs,
Gleeful cries,
Reach
We are here striving towards equality, joy, safety, and love.
We are here for YOU! We are here for each other
We OWN our BODIES
WE DEMAND THESE GATES TO GET TAKE DOWN AND REPLACED WITH OPEN ARMS.
