To the men who hurt me
I am no longer free to leave this flesh prison
Because you invaded every inch of my soul
And made yourself at home in the depths of my sanity
Without guilt or remorse
But with vanity and excitement
To the men who hurt me
You are the reason why I look up and down, and all around
While walking in the street
Because my safety is incomplete
I can no longer tell him my feelings
Without feeling like I’m suffocating
To the men who hurt me
I can not wear a skirt in public without constantly pulling it down
Because how dare I want to show off any inch of my body
For someone other than you?
Because I stay home and practice my sounds
For I don’t want to disappoint when it comes the time
To make you proud in making me yours,
Because “no it’s fine, I don’t need to finish
You are the one that matters”.
But it’s all a lie and I can’t take it anymore
I can’t take the sighs and the long waits.
I don’t want to wait for you,
And your malicious ways in making me
Think that I’m wrong and I am no longer innocent.
For you are the hero who saved
A destroyed girl in the middle of a hurricane.
To the men who hurt me
You taught me to be cautious and careful of my actions
Because I’ll get reprimanded for doing wrong.
To only show skin when it’s for my “master”,
And that no, I don’t deserve to feel beautiful.
I can’t show more than 12 inches of my legs,
Because I am a *****, your *****.
Yours, yours, yours, yours.
I don’t wanna be yours.
For I deserve the pedestal you stand on.
You are not my hero and I am no longer destroyed.
I am a castle,
Watch me as I build my steps higher and higher.
There are no windows, but only doors.
Locked doors.
The only people who may enter
Are those whom I desire, and no one else.
You are not the boss of me
You can not stop me
I am a castle,
And I forbid you to enter.