Made Of

I am made of muscle

Of lost dreams and sinew

Of empty spaces

And shouting to the beams.

I am made of all that you never wanted me to be,

And all that I never was.

I am made of woman,

Raw and unclaimed.

I am made of man,

Soft and gently tamed.

I am made of all the little spots you never saw,

And the giant walls you refuse to claim at all.

I am made of all that is precious and lovely;

And all the hate that is in you

Is nothing

Of me.