they say “you don’t belong to anyone”. and it’s nice. It’s a nice thing to say. even if it’s not true. Yes I am no body’s property I am a citizen A woman A student A teacher A worker A dreamer A writer A singer Sometimes A poet
But I belong to And belong with.
If I did not, I would be as free and as lonely as nothing.
For even the space between electrons Make the atoms what they are. Even dust and dirt hurtling through space will one day collide with another matter. Even the loneliest whale, Singing it’s song to itself belongs to the ocean.
So when the man I love says “You’re mine” I think “That’s fine.” I don’t mind belonging.