We Want Our Bodies Back: Poems

by Jessica Care Moore

So, I ain’t ready to die today. Won’t participate in the spirit massacre of Our children. My throat is on fire My pen is hot

I’m more alive at 47 than most of these Wanna/be Euro inside-out millennials I’ve graduated from digital slavery Master Class. I read books without screens I have sex with men my age whenever i feel like it. I love my hair, my ass, my breasts. I’m clear my power is between my ears inside my chest.

I used to be a roller coaster girl