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My body is a battlefield by Batia Efrat

Batia Efrat | December 7th, 2018 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

Your privilege is bigger than my body;
it is bigger than me and my suffering, my pain

It is as large as the world, if not larger
It spans generations, continents, perhaps even galaxies

My body is not a threat to you, it is the battleground on which your missiles are fired,
on which tragedies are written, on which hearts are broken

My body is not a threat to you, not to anyone, not to myself

It has been there for me when no-one else has and it will be there for me when no-one else is

My body is politicised; it is both art and revolution

It is mine, and you are not entitled to it

You do not have authority over it

It is stronger than your landmines, only because it has had to be

My body is tired, but not as tired as my heart

Poet Bio

Batia is a writer of many things, poetry being her favourite. Her themes delve into the messiness of the human condition which is reflected through her unstructured but rhythmic style.

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