I Never Asked For A Husband

I went on a two hour run one day

after my step-father told me

that no man would marry me

if I had a tattoo.

I never asked for a husband,

I never expressed want for a

spouse;

I want a tattoo.

I laid in bed for two hours that day

until he came up to my room

and "apologized" saying,

he was "joking"

and I "clearly took this stuff very seriously."

I take the world seriously.

I try very hard to emphasize just how little I care what others think about me.

I want to be sarcastic.

I want teal hair.

I would like to ink my skin.

I want to run out my frustrations, not

"get a good body for bikini season"

I eat fruit to feel good, not so

my legs will "look good in that dress"

I want a tattoo

because my body was not made for you to look at.

My body is not created every single day

for men.

I want a tattoo-

a circle just below my knuckle on my left-hand ring finger,

a reminder that I belong to me

way before,

always before,

I belong to anyone else.

I never asked for a husband,

and I certainly never asked you.

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