Prize possession!

My heart is first prize

My body

Goes to the runner up

My body

Can be bought, abused, adorned

It can be masked

To hide many faults

But my heart

Will always be pure

It can be felt

It can be listened to

Yet it cannot be touched

It cannot be seen

My body

Can be flaunted

It can portray itself

In a number of ways

So how do you know

If it tells the truth

The runner up

Gets only what came first

The winner

Is the one wanted more

Than to just pass

The strip of ribbon.

Sharon Carter-Wray

 

(13thNovember 1985)

 

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