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You can’t hold me against my will And then tell me What pain I am allowed to feel And how I am allowed to deal with it You do not have the right To restrain me from what is mine And then have the nerve to ask Why I am fighting so hard You are not allowed To tell me that I am equal While paying me less and sexualising my body Yet you do it anyway It is not right To be told that I am sensitive When all you do is scream in my ear All the reasons that I am lessor I live in a society Where I am too intense to be held I am too strong, too bright But I am shunned for my light Because I’m surrounded by men Who refuse to believe That a woman could possibly be More than they ever could You don't own me I belong to myself So why are you acting As though I am yours to control
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Jun 10, 2018
Jun 10, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
You Don't Own Me
Your mind is a garden A beautiful safe haven Filled with lots of flowers Surrounding a young maiden They stretched their arms nice and high Reached towards the sun They thought it was just another day As you slowly raised your gun However this time your weapon was different Though very much the same It had a leaking barrel Poison was its name No longer did it bring kindness A soft misty rain Instead it held hatred That could only bring them pain You wondered why they looked away Refused to meet your eye As you poured the rain over them The poison that helped them die The seeds of which you planted All tilted towards the ground They let out quiet whimpers As you left them there to drown You asked them why their colours No longer shone so bright They whispered with their choked words You didn’t treat us right They had the potential to be flowers In your hands were the seeds You could never change them So instead you raised them as weeds No longer were they pure Did their blossoms sing with joy Inside they held your evil You had exposed them to your ploy Your mind is a garden A poisoned one we mourn Filled with lots of grief A variety of thorns
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 4:13 AM UTC
Your Mind is a Garden