The Unapologetic Poet-
ODE TO STRETCH MARKS
I am all lit!
Beaming like the sun.
These stretch marks are all mine.
These stretch marks
simulate lightening.
They reflect like a spider web
sparkling with dew at dawn’s low light.
Like the yellow sand with
ripple marks in the Sahara,
This splash of magic accentuates
my glow.
They are Mother earth’s beautiful gift
imprinted on my lower abdomen.
Stretched over a canopy of melanin.
These fading rainbow hues
whistle the blues beneath my skin.
These stretch marks weave ripples
in story quilts.
They embody history and suitcases
of sacrifice.
They are life’s fine blue print of
motherhood, and badge of honor
for a tigress who has earned her
stripes.
I wear these wavy lines like I got
flowing water in my system.
I walk like i got electricity all over
my body.
Ain't no shame in showing off
nature's own bling!
These stretch marks are all mine.
These stretch marks don’t lie.
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