All my childhood years, I wished
That I was barbie.
The prettiest doll you'd find in any store ,
If only I knew ,
I was a toy in your eyes ,
I would have wished for something different.

You think you're an artist ,
And my body your canvas
You think you paint me with dirt.
Shame.
A masterpiece that
will break me to pieces, eventually.

I am not just a blank canvas
Awaiting your ***** prints
I am my own masterpiece already.
I am women and my consent is the paintbrush.
Don't paint me until I ask.
Don't paint me until I ask.
Don't paint me until I ask.


I am an artwork ,different from anything you've seen before.
Smudges don't take away my beauty
It doesn't make me ***** or used
It increases my value.
You do not decrease my value when you touch me.

I was valuable
I am valuable
And I will forever remain valuable.

Sometimes I find myself
in our bitter sweet memories.
They sting with every smile.
Just like Bees ,
Sting for their defnse.
I am protected ,
From going back.
Back to you ,
Back to crying uncontrollably
Back to being unworthy.
Back to being nothing .

Like a plague ,
You slowly **** me ,
Weaken me .
Attacking my lungs, fragile.
Vulnerable, warm burning desires of love, love for you alone.
Like a plague you take over.
Killing every flame.
Taking my breath ,calling it yours.
You have the power over
my breath.
I am controlled by you.
By a sickness ,
We call love.