radical beauty

her lips dry like peach slices
as sunlight deepens the complexity
of her skin. she strides in
crowded meat markets and in between
street vendors while laughing with
a belly as sound as the atlantic and
the earth awakens from its
media-drugged slumber because
its gravity can’t hold her down.
she caresses the imprints of
change on her body that no one knew
how to love, and her calloused hands
devoted themselves to loving her;
after fucking popular beauty
she was still happy not being one.

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4 thoughts on “radical beauty

  1. sigh it’s been so long since i’ve been on this website!! exams and stuff were in the way, but i’ve missed your writing so muchhhh 🙂 your expressions are genius.

    • Oh I totally understand, it’s hard sometimes when there’s so many other things that we need to focus on! I hope to read your writings soon whenever you have time to post! And aw thank you. 🙂

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