I write and write but still I say
Nothing
It’s stuck in my body
You know what I’m talking about
It’s stuck in yours, too
Is it in your hips or thighs
Your kidneys, shoulders, or throat?
I have choked
I have coughed
I have stuffed it down
I have starved it
I have eaten so much
My body became unlovable, untouchable
But I broke free
Once
I found my voice and
My anger is beautiful
Not to everyone, but to me
I haven’t shut up in months
My freedom is their noise
