By Casey Lyons (10/2010)
It moves me so
I mourn for those who miss the point,
who think a woman’s body something vile,
grotesque,
that must be covered up,
lest it offend the pious.
Allah did not create
a foul thing for her to hide
under tightly wrapped layers of fabric,
but a divine thing, sacrosanct,
hidden from us the way God’s face is,
hidden so we will know it
when we see it
so we will bow in its presence
so our eyes, starved from day to day
will know
when they face
a feast.
Casey is a queer feminist poet from Kentucky and has worked with a variety of GLBT organizations there.