mi cuerpo mi casa

i grew up believing a home was a roof above me

Crecí creyendo que una casa eran muros construidos a mi lado

but why did no one tell me my home is actually my body

i have a heart that is meant to be loved

arms that are meant for hugs 

a mind that is meant for thoughts & knuckles that aren’t meant to be fought 

i have a voice that is meant to be heard

a body that still needs to be learned

pero aun mi cuerpo es mi hogar

my home is is not a house or place 

it’s where i feel comfortable no matter my shape

no matter my color no matter my race

my body is my home 

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