i am not your baby.
i am not your plaything,
to look, to gawk, to touch.
i am not here for your eyes.
i am here for me.
this is my earth too,
our earth.
we are not subservient beings,
that you can bend,
like your own personal clay models.
we are here,
and being here is simple.
we make our own moves,
our own choices, without worrying
the impact of what you think. without you, we are important.
without you, we are independent.
without men,
women can choose.
we can exist freely in our earth,
as simply as you do.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
i am not your baby.
i am not your plaything,
to look, to gawk, to touch.
i am not here for your eyes.
i am here for me.
this is my earth too,
our earth.
we are not subservient beings,
that you can bend,
like your own personal clay models.
we are here,
and being here is simple.
we make our own moves,
our own choices, without worrying
the impact of what you think. without you, we are important.
without you, we are independent.
without men,
women can choose.
we can exist freely in our earth,
as simply as you do.
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