We forget the days ofOur ambiguous bodies.Young frames, stretchingAway from the weight of gravity.We were aware of neitherDeath nor life, Thus words of dislikeWould not yet cling to us,Like labels.We were too young.Too unaware of the wordsThey said.If only, for our mind’s sake, We were children still.Still unaware of these bodies.Of their words.Of this gravity.Of the dislikes of men and women.Of the death we speak to ourselves.O - To be in this body And not feel the weight of it.How I long for the days,Of living the children’s way. 

• Victoria Angelique