I am strong.
I am tired of the crap.
I am not disposable,
Some plaything to look at,
Touch.
Do not make your fragile promises to me,
And expect me to believe you,
Trust you.
I have lived through adversity,
And through adversity I will rise.
My mind is not something for you to use,
Not a cheat-sheet, or moldable clay that you can shape,
To make me conform to your ideals.
It is a treasure,
One I am learning to love,
And no one can take that from me.
I do not belong to anyone,
I am not a possession or pet,
Or someone to step on to achieve your goals.
I am a person,
Who takes up space,
And demands respect.