At birth, I was premature
The entirety of my tiny form wracked with infection and sickness
That left me scarred
I grew up hating every muscle and each expanse of flesh
My awkward gait and constant limp,
Lack of mobility; always inflexible
I condemned myself at a young age
With time, starvation plagued my inside
Razor kisses smeared my outside
Punishment was all I knew
Until today, when I found myself
Immersed in a blur of bright faces
And the pulse of roughened hands upon the skin of drums
As I raised my arms and moved my feet
I was infused with rhythm and new life
And today, I love my body
Just as it is