This
All of this
This browsing in Walgreens when I have no ******* money to spend on makeup or pencils or tampons or iPod chargers or candles or diapers or juice or valentines or matches or tissues or anything
I have no ******* money to spend on anything
I have no ******* money to spend on food or water or air or freedom
And they touch me when I scream DON'T ******* TOUCH ME
And they feed me when I scream DON'T ******* FEED ME
DON'T ******* TOUCH ME
DON'T ******* FEED ME
I'M GOING OUTSIDE INTO THE PRISON YARD THAT STRETCHES ON FOR MILES AND MILES AND MILES
I'M GOING OUTSIDE INTO THE PRISON YARD THAT GOES ON FOR MILES AND MILES AND MILES AND IT NEVER ******* ENDS
I have no choice but to let them touch me
I have no choice but to let them feed me
Because they can
Because they can
And I am nothing
And I AM NOTHING
GET ME OUT OF HERE
OPEN THIS ******* DOOR
LET ME OUT
DO YOU ******* HEAR ME
LET
ME
OUT

some men write about about
           Women
silky skin covering the hips
and ******* to **** because they have none

some women write about
           Men
a body next to them
and to call them beautiful

some women write about
          Women
understanding, love
and bliss

some men write about
          Men
knowledge and just plain
double **** fun

**but what in the hell am i supposed to write about?
i don't know what i am

i have been with many people
boys, girls, men, ******
but i have never been touched by someone with so much respect for me
the opportunity to **** me came
you let that opportunity to **** pass
instead of diving straight in
you caressed my hands
you waited for that perfect moment to kiss me
you had lunch delivered to me
you bought me the most beautiful roses
and when it came time to sleep next to me
you did not even go inside of me
you admired my body
you kissed me so sweetly
and you made me the happiest ******* earth
i may have been with a lot of people
but i only want to be with you