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                A Woman Tells the Truth About Her Body


Beth Beauteous. Her face is her fortress. These lines she designed.
Insists that this is beauty is. Smaller eyes in that lunar
moonface. Fine smile. Sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet. Chocolate
kisses. She opens for the treat. An insatiable hunger precedes the
onset of blood.

Beth Bleeding. Creative juices. She gives birth to words, not
children. Beth control. Her body does not create life. Sex is not
simple. She can't tell where her cunt ends and where the rest of her
begins.

Beth Bareass. Embraces the mirror. She does not create her body.
She respects the imperfection. In this temple, artifice is
blasphemous.

Beth Beanbag. A woman's loyalty to her shape is misinterpreted. She
survives inside a body which counts against her. Her only revenge
is in loving what she has been taught to despise.

Beth Bounces. Braless. Her shape changes as she moves.

Beth Broadcasts. Freedom is contradictory. Deviation translates as
defiance. A banner you carry in your mind. Your body is another
kind of emblem. Service stripes around your eyes, part of the art.


                Beth Borrus



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