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My body is my coffin.
It binds me to the earth's surface.
It sits and complains
while my mind soars.
My body is my prison
while my mind is free.
It shackles me with
size  color  gender
and age.
My body is a tyrant
from which I want to
escape. Who knows
what awaits me
in my new home.
I hear that last trip
takes no baggage.

© Amina Muñoz Ali. Published by permission in Centro Voices on 10 April 2015.

Centro Voices (ISSN: 2379-3864).
The views expressed here are those of the author and not necessarily those of Centro Voices, the Center for Puerto Rican Studies or Hunter College, CUNY.