Turning over the leave of grass.
This is me, turning
it around. HABITS that died hard.
HABITS that hurt my swollen belly,
Food that I used and abused and mused over
like a replacement for LOVE in my life.
Emptiness that invaded my body,
Fullness that came uninviated to my hips.
But now, free from the tethers of school,
binding ties, I seek to reclaim myself. I put my foot down
on my belly like the man on the moon! I stomp my fat marshmallowy boot into the moon dirt that billows underneath me. I smoosh my flag into my bellybutton.
I scream,
"THIS LAND IS MINE!"
I'm turning
it all around now.
I'm a dancer, a booty shaker,
a godess without wings. My grandmother
is the strongest woman I know, and I won't settle for anything less.
I won't settle for anything less.
I won't settle for anything less than ME.
it around. HABITS that died hard.
HABITS that hurt my swollen belly,
Food that I used and abused and mused over
like a replacement for LOVE in my life.
Emptiness that invaded my body,
Fullness that came uninviated to my hips.
But now, free from the tethers of school,
binding ties, I seek to reclaim myself. I put my foot down
on my belly like the man on the moon! I stomp my fat marshmallowy boot into the moon dirt that billows underneath me. I smoosh my flag into my bellybutton.
I scream,
"THIS LAND IS MINE!"
I'm turning
it all around now.
I'm a dancer, a booty shaker,
a godess without wings. My grandmother
is the strongest woman I know, and I won't settle for anything less.
I won't settle for anything less.
I won't settle for anything less than ME.