If you think my flesh is the depth of me,
Go deeper or float on by.

If you get jealous that others have touched what you have touched,
but don't mind,
that I share my secrets elsewhere,

Then we will have to say goodbye.

If my freedom and love of my body offends you,
But all you want to do is desecrate it,
Believe it or not,
We will never balance out.

If you think it undesirable that a woman of my age doesn't flippantly desire to carry a child,

It is your children I will one day mother.

© Leila Rose