many think they can talk they talk like they're to decide whose body is more suitable for that dress whose ******* look best I feel heavy in my chest
I'm here to protest
against anyone thinking they have a say in my home, my body my secret garden, my skin the flowers growing in it remember that - my tongue is a gun and apparently, I don't even need a permit
remember this - my body is not yours to judge my body is mine to grow my body is not yours to like my body is mine to love this is a fight I will not let you miss, if you dare speak one more time about whats mine