Kerri Green

 

If my body could talk it would say………

Well, it wouldn’t say it would scream and shout and cry and tell you so many things you would believe untrue.

About all the times I’ve almost died and it fought so hard to survive

About all the pain it’s had inflicted consciously and unconsciously

The stories to be told, they would be bold, but you wouldn’t believe them anyway.

My body has felt pleasure too and lust and love that’s left it confused.

Its grown tiny people, fed them and bled, so much it has had to shed.

I have been poked, picked and scarred it would scream

Shed layer upon layer of masks it has deemed, at the time they seemed worthy, out of necessity.

Why does my brain always go somewhere dark?

How I wish my writing could make people laugh

And the rhyming I’m not meaning to, it come out of me so I can show it to you

Now I’m off task about my body

I’m back

It would yell leave me the fuck alone, get back.

Nourish me well and then leave me alone

Just let me be

Let me be free

Let me be me

I’ll keep you safe, I’ll hold you up

Ill keep us going, to me you’re enough

Now I am cold so I’ve put on a blanket, but my nose is still cold so get me a jumper

And you need a wee, the pain in your head is because you’ve forgotten to breathe

Drink more water just wee all the time

That’s what sanitary towels are for you’ll be fine

I can’t seem to get out of this rhyme

The dent in your fingers feels good,

A pen in your hand just like it should

Forget all the things you were told

Your writing is good, let it flow and be bold.

Even if you can’t read it and stumble over words

Your voice is here and its time it was heard

Now there’s a pain in my knee

Probably, holding my wee

If someone checked this spelling

Fuck I don’t even know what to write now

At least the dogs are sleeping and all I can hear are my thoughts

The traffic is noisy outside, I wish cars wouldn’t speed down my road

The council won’t do anything until someone’s killed

Why am I writing about the traffic?

If I turn off my camera and go for a wee, will they know?

Or is that cheating because I won’t be writing for the full time?