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Poem of desire and (dis)ability

A brightly coloured abstract painting consisting of painbrush lines going in all directions.

they say my body is broken

they look at me with pity

but little do they know

when i scream your name

and writhe in pleasure

my body serves me well


they have labels for me

and words like access and care

are bandied about

but do they know how we fit

and how sweet access is

when care is shrugged off

The poem, access, was written especially with disability and sexuality in mind.

Access, © Jhilmil Breckenridge, 2017

Previously published in the Reproductive Health Matters Journal and reprinting with their kind permission.