They say skin is renewed after 7 years
But I can still feel your touches
Today, I painted over the body you took
I painted over my waist
My mouth
My throat
My wrists
My legs
My scars
I painted over every place you seized
And took it back
I covered myself in black earth
And flowers sprung from it
I’ll fight your hatred with beauty
Here I am, at last
My body is free