I am my own church, and own religion;
I worship whatever I must.
I worship what no other man could fathom-
Because it is my own, and no one else's.
I order myself to,
I order myself fro,
All day long; every day, day by day:
A soldier would be as proud.
Even if it is all delusion.
At least it is my delusion,
No other body may lay claim upon it.
I run this body, and not one can make it breathe,
or move, or turn this way or that, as I do.
I am the body of my own invention.
Wow I loved ur poetic lines and ur liberal thoughts....so true and nicely written ty for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Patti, This poem speaks to a woman, really to anyone. I am the body of my own invention, is such a clever multiple meaning line. Well done and thanks for sharing.