Body
Why am I told what i am “supposed” to do with my body should I have a say men think they control us our parents try to say cover up the school systems say it’s our fault we’re too distracting we don’t need to show a inch of skin if you show to much you’re asking for it show too little and people try to change it we’re ether too fat too skinny to short too flat when has my body become a object of your interest talking about my body the body I live in like it’s yours and you own it i do not ask to be in this body this body I give pieces and bits to you as if it were a toy you play with do not take me for granted don’t take my body as if it defines who i am this body my body doesn’t define me it isn’t an object my body can not be changed my body is the only thing people see as if I have no feelings at all
Copyright © Jules Hester | Year Posted 2022
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