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.