My Body

My Body

A Poem by Blue Ivory

My Body.
I let you into my body
How could I have done such a thing
I let you make a home in my heart
Nay, I built you a home in my heart
Only the best for the man who builds nests

Each night I gathered bricks
Cemented them straight from my veins
While you toiled away
Paving your own path

Each morning I danced
Singing songs of your glory
Preparing my soft bed
For the weight of your body

I let you in and out of my body
Carved your name on the gate
A magnanimous gesture
For a weekly tenant

I built in you
A home for me
A virtual one
Will do just as fine, please

Day and night I would curl
Into a hologram of my beloved
Waiting for my weekly tenant
To stay longer than a night

I named a grave for you
Next to mine
Where I resided
Waiting for you
While before my eyes
Danced stars shining your hue

I let you into my body
Why did I do that?
Why did I permit
A violation of my property

I just wanted to make you happy
Men like to be happy
Men own my body
Or so I was taught

Anger over society
Anger over patriarchy
All for the man
The man who builds nests.

© 2019 Blue Ivory


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Honest, direct and powerful words and thoughts.
"Anger over society
Anger over patriarchy
All for the man
The man who builds nests."
I loved the complete poem. The above lines. I did like. I could write a epic poem from. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Honest, direct and powerful words and thoughts.
"Anger over society
Anger over patriarchy
All for the man
The man who builds nests."
I loved the complete poem. The above lines. I did like. I could write a epic poem from. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Like this, you give, you expect.
But the expectation isn't returned.
Why is the expectation not returned.
Those lies you were told, eternity still waits.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"...and the women who share them."

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Blue Ivory
Blue Ivory

Dhaka, Bangladesh



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