I AM

You don’t see me

when you airbrush

fill, lift, 

smooth.

You don’t see me

when you homogenize, 

erase

remove.

My skin’s not alabaster.

Hairless,

unweathered, 

untouched,

immobile,

unloved.

My curves don’t conform

to your limited map

of bosom and butt.

My body

topography 

flows 

its own sweet

course.

I am 

fi...

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