#written 2019

[labyrrinth-writes]

i can see your nipples through your shirt

i feel the fabric pressing against my skin,

keeping me safe,

keeping me contained.

a catcall as i cross the street.

only nine more hours

until i can crawl back into bed,

until i no longer have to be seen,

seen by men.

my hair tickles

the back of my neck,

undyed,

bare,

screaming for an identity,

healthy.

the breeze gives me

goosebumps.

my body is not the enemy.

[momdailykos]

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