The Divine and I collaborated on your design
So meticulously your parts were made
Weaved through a lineage of ancestral veins
With muscle for strength, and a mind.
All your own
So when your body grows
And add their creams so no marks will show
The healing process tucked away…
Does it remind you of the Divine?
Or rather of their “immaculate” perceptions?
As the builder of another’s residence
Our space is secured in your every breath
Paved in my heart from the minute you took it
So breathe, honey
Think free, sweetie
Stretch everywhere, violently
And always remember
That works without listening to your body