Justine Zamora

I'm sorry body. I'm sorry Self. I'm sorry for the pain, For the sorrows, For the judgements, For the bitterness, The hurt...

I dream of days, Where scars will fade, To find the voice, And lead the way. Channels of doubt, Pillows of tears, O how she longs,

How funny that, The One Body, The One Thing that makes up our physical existence, Is also the very same body that causes us to feel division?

The love I prayed, The love I craved, The love I longed, The love I wished Beats before my eyes. Body to body, Skin to skin,

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