Poem: Body Talks

When I was young
I hated my body.
Stomach always aching
Muscles always hurting.
Always too slow.
Too small.
Too boney.
As I grew older
Only got worse.
Penis standing erect
At slightest stray thought.
Heart always pounding.
Everything too noisy.
Too painful.
Too overwhelming.
Now I love my body.
I know how to listen
As my body talks.
When I grow sad or angry
I know I need food.
When I grow fatigued
I know I need joy.
When my muscles twinge
I know I need to move.
My body talks to me.
It always has.
It’s always wanted
What is best for us.

Published by Devin Hogg

My name is Devin Hogg. I was born and raised in Carnarvon, Ontario, Canada. I moved to Guelph, Ontario, Canada in 2009 for university and lived here ever since. In my free time, I enjoy reading, watching TV and movies, going on long walks, swimming, and practicing Chen style Tai Chi. I love to write poetry and blog regularly about topics such as mental health, sci-fi/fantasy series, faith, sexuality, and politics.

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