They want me to be hollowed out bone,

Empty carcass,
Gut me of my secrets,
Throw my body into nowhere.

They’ll let me sit their for decades,
Till a forest makes its home in my veins,
Till flowers bloom in the swell of my collar bone,
Moss will decorate my hip bones,
Soil will fill my mouth,
I will become beautiful.

Mother earth have me back,
Take all that you want of me,
Because these people here don’t want me,
They want a ghost with heavy foot steps,
A person without a presence,
They ask for pieces of me that I do not want to give,
And although the question was not for me to answer,
I will respond anyway,
Because this body is mine,
And mine alone.