The body—
out of my hands,
doing as it may
without asking first
if it’s okay with me,
or if I have
other plans for myself,
so obedient for so long—

lift this, I say, eat that,
walk there, fling
yourself headfirst
where you shouldn’t—
it’s time for an uprising,
the body says, a protest
against all the injustices
placed upon it, a tide
of rebellion I’ll ride
to the end.

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