My Body

My body
This thing I travel in
But know little about
My ignorance is not bliss

My body
Sore breasts that say "we're not done"
A uterus that empties every month
But the world chooses to hide

Sometimes I stop
And wonder about what I've been given
Why a girl?

My body
No figure, like two straight lines
Society says I'm ugly
Looking in the mirror after a shower

I wonder if it's true