Sunday, August 12, 2012

The Mag 130: No Shell Game

Image by Francesca Woodman

Don' t dare look past my flesh self
ignoring what discomfort troubles you.
I've come out so that I can be everything
I truly am-   the co-worker, the mother, the friend
the wife and the lover.

I don't hide my intellect behind my body
anymore then I will shelter my flesh
with intellect or my personality.

I've shed my shell;
these breasts, the curves-
this flesh and bone
this is my architecture-
I embrace all that I am.

Michael A. Wells

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