You don't own me
I am not one of your possessions you left at your mamas house
Something you grew apart from as you aged, yet still think about often and sometimes even go back for

You don't own me
I can't be used at your disposal during convenience
Like a tool to fix your brokenness and when completed you put me in a box to come back to later

You don't own me
My words are my own and I can't be corrected.
I am not a college paper to be reviewed and scored
My actions are mine and your opinion is irrelevant

*You do not own me