Take one, Leave one Part 1
a hand a foot take one, leave one i do not own myself, You do. hair and nails bound not by fading collagen, but by the whim of Your decision take one, leave one. a spine a rib You can tear them out if You’d like. o need to stand up tall take this face, lips and all I ask is that You leave My eyes. So when I cut off my breasts, you can have the pleasure of seeing mine peer back into you take one, leave Me
Take one, Leave one Part 2
So when I cut off my breasts, the pleasure is all mine. I am the weight of the remnants left by the things you took, forgotten assemblance of the feminine what you deemed feminine. Even my bones have to echo perfect pearly whites, just like my tits, soft, pink and supple. How can I move on without these pieces? How, I can move on without these pieces.
Noel Blackwell (they/he) is a poet attending CSUSB and has been published twice in the student-led, Pacific Review Literary journal. The first one in their immediate family to further their education at this collegiate level, Noel writes from a working class, trans/non-binary perspective. With a passion for education and creativity, he aspires to reach a wide-range audience of youth and inspire them to be their authentic selves.