Here is my body,
I’m giving it you to weigh
on your market scales,
to tell me the value of each
each coil and cuticle and cell of
You tell me you are making subtractions for
recalculating the weight of my worth
as the needle of your measure
like a delirious eye
choosing to see
all at once.
I am missing girl number 235,
Disappeared from the spaces of power,
my value a little less because
I have parts and thoughts and colours
that you would throw to the dogs as gizzards.
This is my hazard;
to be birthed as I was,
in the wrong skin and body and country,
to the wrong world and leaders and media.
I only wanted to go to school so that I could learn,
But you un-learnt…
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