Even the Buddha gets to laugh and have a bellyBut where is my Goddess,Who sits with her belly spread over the expanse of her thighs?Since you’re not going to give her to us, we will just have to look into mirrors and worship ourselves, laughing all the whileWe will discard our bras, step out of our pantiesSo these tremendous bodies may reach out to the earthThe weight of our breasts will not be carried by cloth anymoreThe sweat collecting beneath the folds of our flesh, will anointOur expansive waistsOur bellies reassured by the graze of our nipplesWill fold over but we will not hold our breathOr hideThe lush forested mounds of VenusAs we exhale freelyWe will hide nothingThis is who we areThe laughing Goddesses with bellies full of love and laughter
