Mine.
And who gave you the right to look and think you own this flesh
No divine or biological bestowal will define my meat but me
As the owner of this body, I have some binding terms
So in the interest of the record, let me re-record them for you
- Don’t you touch me with that broken begging mouth.
You fed me lies between my thighs to keep your secrets out
- How dare you try to carve your name upon my skin.
You took my words away to stuff your own voice in
- I am not the altar to the pain of what you did.
Here is where I rise, and tell the entire truth of it
My body was tilled soil for your roots of shame to seed
My still mouth was not a yes, nor did the quiet mean agreed
You can't name that night "I could tell that it felt good"
Because you
never
understood
You might have stripped my skin and emptied me inside
No matter what else you stole from me, you still can't take this meat
It's MINE.