Tuesday, June 10, 2025

 These little chinks in my armor

Are called stretch marks.

They’re caused when something new begins to grow 

Very quickly inside of you.



Something grew and grew and grew,

So much so, my tegument gave in

And stretched almost to breaking point.


These little chinks in my armor

Seem like imperfections of my skin,


But I see them as new beginnings, 

Proof beyond any birth certificate,

That my body is a place where the miraculous can happen,

And it did.


If I eat this banana and it becomes me,

That should be enough

To see that we have something magic happening 

In each and every one of us.


But I ate a banana and it became you,


My child.

You,

Who have my eyes and hair,

My sideways glances

And faraway stares 

And dreams

From other dimensions. 


I feel.


And in this world 

So fake and pseudo fair,

I seem overgrown with weeds and needs and stretch marks,

Which may, in truth,

Be the only things about me that are real.


But behold, Renaissance is still present in my heart.

It beats,

And if I can strengthen those around me 

By setting an example of self-improvement 

And practice self-correction before the very eyes of my children,

We will, too.


Great progress and good fortune are available for me.

It’s all available for you,

For everything…

As well as for these little chinks in my armor.


-jenn 

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