It's my body
It belongs to me
No one else
I decide how it looks
It can be muscular
It can be fat
it does not have to meet your standards
It can be ******
It can be celibate
It's my choice
Imperfections are spread across my body
With them my body is perfect
My body is not your concern
It is not an object you can critique  
Or criticize
My body is mine
And it's the way I want it to be

If these feelings are forbidden
Then why do I have them?
Am I sick?
Am I broken?
But I was born with this
It can not be controlled
It is not my choice
I cannot change
This sensation cannot be corrected
It is embedded in my soul
It's the way I see
The way think  
And touch
It is who I am

I am more than just a body
I am skin
I am bones and emotion
I am a heart
And a brain
I have a voice
I am more than just ***
I am oxygen
I am powerful
I am deserving of respect
I am not to be used
Or shamed
For I am a human just like you
I am a woman

We disregard life as if it is just trash in the street
We extinguish life as if it is poison to our air
No matter ***, age, race
We are unguarded from the hands of evil
From monsters who decide to play god
We are the hosts of butchery and sadism
Innocence has been taken from the young
And replaced by the wrath of the elders
We are bred to slaughter all that is different
We are bred to take pleasure in the genocide against humanity

I squeeze my eyes shut
Hoping it will purge my demons
I pinch my side
Hoping it will rid my pain
I hold my breath
Hoping it will end the panic
I hide from the noise
Hoping it won't notice me
I stay invisible
Hoping I never encounter anguish
I nurse my anxiety
Hoping it will someday leave

We have to guess how to deal with our emotions
Before we catch our first glimpse of light
They are already making their presence known
They come out as a flood
Emotions then control us
Translate what is beneath us
But we never fully understand them
What to do when they reveal themselves
Eventually we learn to embrace them or suppress them
Accept our human quality
Or cloak it with false definitions
In ways erratic and harmful
Emotions can turn violent when crammed together
Fill us up with bemused rage
Resulting in tribulations

When I grow old
When I succeed
When I encounter true love
Time has past
Nothing has changed
I still wear the same face
My hands belong to the work of another man
And my heart is secured in a casket
Time has past
Nothing has changed
If I encounter true love
If I succeed
If I grow old