“You Look Melted and Poured”

 

I am melted and poured

into a sheath dress with lace overlay,

my scars making it look like a cookies and cream filling

has been poured to fit a sexy mold,

but with maybe 20 pounds too much filling –

the molding bursting at the seams.

 

Too often I have been too rich for my wallet

Too free for my cage

Too fat for my shell

 

But now I shimmy,

break open the mold

let the skin sing electric under a sunlight sick

of being filtered and blocked.

 

I am free.

In a bedroom deep in the jagged heat of Georgia

I am a queen and I need no molds,

cages will not hold me,

And my wallet is not the only language I speak.