Reclamation

There’s scar tissue that prevents my movement,

But it’s nothing you could see.

I’m always sizing people up,
Determining just who they’d be.

I’ve collected visitors across these lips,
With a complicated vocabulary

Some weren’t invited, who took their ride,
A joy unbeknownst to me

And now a shame, I internalize
Hide desperately from those who see

Lash me, whip me, use me,
I drip for cruelty

Restraints now limit my movement,
I choose the person carefully.

I submit my body to ravage,
Crying smiles through savagery

I take long confusing pleasures,
And rewrite their history

Change the context of my sadness,
It’s how I reclaim me