Body

Photo credit: Annetta Jackson

Model: Kowiyat Oluwamayoa Ajimobi

I wonder if you would still love her

If she had no body

No female physical attributes for you men to gaze at

No Instagram picture to hit the love button

As a means of showing you care

Just because she exposed some flesh

That’s all good and great

For we should call out the beauty of a woman when we see it

But, what if that woman wanted to be loved

From the inside?

For her feminine energy

The highs and lows of her ever changing moods

Her organs good and bad

Her light, her darkness, her voice

What if she started to sing melodies

With no body

To your empty heart and shell?

Awakening them to a higher dimension

Taking you to God despite your unwillingness to see beyond

What if her body disappeared?

Would you love her soul?

She is after all human you know like you.

But you would never really know because of

Your stubborn and forceful right as a west Indian man to gaze at her only physically

To love her only with a body.

Would you apologize to her body if it was hampered with by another you know?

What if she was a skeleton

Would you clothe her with a part of your flesh so she could at least breathe?

Bones without flesh would you still call to her and make her unseen heart beat again?

Would you sing her back to life if she lost her voice?

Without mocking her humanness

Would you still hold her in her brokenness?

Would you say a prayer in the shape of a heart with your breath

To love her from the inside?

Would you?