Brave Thick Woman
Poem by Christopher Patrick Nelson
Art by Christopher Patrick Nelson and Fernando Amaro Jr.

O thick the woman who would stand so brave.
Your body's bad because you're not thirteen?
You don't concede, you do not deem to cave
To whispers from the mannequin-machine.
And, pound-for-pound, your powered reason, then,
Has put you past your class, though you're the peer
Of people who parade in seasons when
The sun is strong, as modesty appears.
For fashion's laughter has at last made sense,
And so you fit your form the way the wives
Of Prophets did, so long and loose like tents,
Secure and secret in their healthy lives.*
That Heavens's blessing in hips that stretch so far
Would blush us, trust. But you know who you are.

*Peace be upon them all.

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