Your body is a blessing where it folds
Where it sags
where it curves... all the scars
Your body is a blessing where it wrinkles...
Oil secreting from pores
Your body is a country
Your body is a blessing where it stretches...
Those lines are sacred
Your body is a map of all your memories
Some sweet, some sad
Your body is a story teller
Aged in methods and narrative techniques
Your body cannot wait for you
You delay
...You see scar,
your body knows only of victory
...You see stretch Marks,
your body knows only of zebra crossings
...You see wrinkles
Some people never lived that long enough to age.
Appreciate the live you have.
Your spirit lives in a house of Stories.
#tiencepay
Cover poem for Malawian poet and photographer Upile
Where it sags
where it curves... all the scars
Your body is a blessing where it wrinkles...
Oil secreting from pores
Your body is a country
Your body is a blessing where it stretches...
Those lines are sacred
Your body is a map of all your memories
Some sweet, some sad
Your body is a story teller
Aged in methods and narrative techniques
Your body cannot wait for you
You delay
...You see scar,
your body knows only of victory
...You see stretch Marks,
your body knows only of zebra crossings
...You see wrinkles
Some people never lived that long enough to age.
Appreciate the live you have.
Your spirit lives in a house of Stories.
#tiencepay
Cover poem for Malawian poet and photographer Upile