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Nov 2016
I will not only speak when spoken to
I do not belong to you
I do not belong to anyone
I am not a prize to be won
Not a trophy to collect dust on a forgotten shelf
Not a perfect doll with lifeless eyes
Not a possession
Not a territory for you to mark
Not a piece of meat
Not whatever you want me to be

And yes
I do kiss my mother with this mouth
Don't get your hopes up
Written by
Meg  In my thoughts
(In my thoughts)   
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