i formed myself from the scorched earth you left behind
from the ashes wet with tears, i rose
a dandelion in the cracks of pavement
i reached up to claim the sun
and rooted myself to a new story.
my body is my own, i whispered to the moon
as my petals closed around my heart,
to be plucked out is such violence,
perhaps they will overlook a sleeping dandelion.
my body is my own, i whispered in the darkness
as i shaped my soul from the ashes, as embers flew around my face
my body is my own, i spoke courage into my once beating heart
my body is my own, my body is my own, my body is my own,
each syllable forcing life into my broken body.
each syllable flying as wishes from a dying dandelion.
strength germinates in silence
til we awake to blooms of courage
seeds dropping from our memories
waiting for the land to awaken with the spring.
my body is my own, i whisper to the earth that built my body
and a thousand yellow dandelions waved back to me.