This body of mine, was created in flesh
stitched together in the womb of my mother
a descendent of royalty
A new heart, a new mind
this body of mine, eyes so ample and feet so free
I live abundantly
This body of mine, resilient and strong
destroyed by sickness, plauged and weak
now moves with strength and purpose
Forgiving me when I didn't know any better
this body of mine, carries me
and moves me with others
The world will measure and see what it wants
but this body of mine is a contributor
to life
For I touch, I teach, I make, I know
I run, I respond, I wonder, I try
This body of mine
imperfect and judged
stitched and healed
But I go, I think, I care, I learn
I taste, I refuse
and still
I talk, I listen, I serve, I sing
I feel, I love, I change
I stand
Rebuke the struggle and worthless standards
move in the glory of your Maker
I am more than my body and I will not be measured by it
I am
what I give
unto the world.
But this body of mine
Is mine after all
and
I
heart
it.
Big Love,
Falala Mele xo
