If you’ve been following the Body Image Week at My Favorite Author and other sites, you know that people are trying to be real about themselves and to honor and love what they see and who they are. Well, introverts do “real” really well inside of their heads, but I just want to say that I’ve been inspired by the posts I’ve been reading — doubly inspired, since Miss Rumphius interviewed Marilyn Nelson for her Poetry Makers series, and shared a portion of the poem, Not My Bones from The Manumission Requiem. I will send you over to the interview to read the rest of Ms. Nelson’s poem excerpts — (oh, just go. I’ll be here when you get back), but the transcendent beauty of this particular poem about an African slave’s bones really resonated with me about my living body. Miss R. and I briefly considered having part of this long poem tattooed somewhere, but I think we’re settling on having bracelets made, or something (YES! We are WIMPS!) — Anyway, let me share a favorite snippet:
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You can own a man’s body,
but you can’t own his mind.
That’s like making a bridle
to ride on the wind.
I will tell you one thing, and I’ll tell you true:
Life’s the best thing that can happen to you.
But your not your body,
you are not your body.You can own someone’s body,
but the soul runs free.
It roams the night sky’s
mute geometry.
You can murder hope, you can pound faith flat,
but like weeds and wildflowers, they grow right back.
For you are not your body,
you are not your body.
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…from Fortune’s Bones: The Manumission Requiem, by Marilyn Nelson, ©2004, All rights reserved.
You are not your body, thank God. But you can love, honor, respect and rock the bod you’ve got. Love, as Sara Zarr reminded us, isn’t a feeling: it’s an action, a series of actions, a decision. Decide to love you – inside and out.
That is all.
If you, like me, only discovered Marilyn Nelson through the reverberations that ran through the young adult literary world after A Wreath for Emmett Till, pick up a few of her books – you’ll be inspired, knocked down, and blown away. Thanks to Miss R. for her awesome Poetry Makers interviews, and to the Body Image Week bloggeristas.