Poem per week: Body by Rosa Stevens

Body

 

Hands across stomach,

Hide these rolls,

Disguise where my hips protrude.

Tidy me away for I do not wish to be seen.

 

I’d spent years thinking

My backside couldn’t fit

Into anything but

The palm of a man’s hand.

 

Rosa Leonora Stevens

Features Editor at Her Campus Bristol

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