You mark me with your numbers
And say it's time
for my skin to fold
And my womb to ache, and I feel de-
pleated despite these lines.
I am in shock, fierceful filaments
Coursing through a body that cannot
Be mine because, you see, my spirit
Dances a different dream, it dances
Freely, oh spritely spirit that is me!
So do not tell me my number
Or my place in line on this planet -
You may mark my skin with mournful
Runes but you cannot stop my spirit
From dancing under your moon,or
playing on your sandy shores,
Or laughing silly when me-
mory plays tricks on me.