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Featured Artwork: Arina Tsumbaluk
When you say “body”,
I wish our minds didn’t drift right down
To what our consciousness does
When the lights go out
A heart,
A soul,
A place we can call home.
A casket holding
And never letting go
A product of parents,
Nurtured with unconditional love,
And their sacrifices of everything
Bringing us to where we are.
Compassion for when we are sick
Being there from start to finish
They cared for our body
And the life within it.
Your body is not just curves
It’s scars,
It’s joy,
It’s a life
Please be aware…
Our parents did not bring our body
Into this world
To be used and opened,
To be discarded
As if broken
