Female hearts beat faster, but softer
Listen well, you’ll hear
Pain remains my favorite teacher.
I rip off band aids
Allowing wounds to breathe,
Strip back emotions
Like layers of clothing.
Telling secrets that eyes don’t see
Breasts weighed gracefully, by sadness
Imprints made from hip to thigh
Signed politely with rejection,
On both sides.
Mapping the growth of
Doubt to acceptance,
Of life and love, of self–