We deserve an answer,
We are not just prancers
In your dance.
We have the right
To have a chance,
And equal might.
No, we are not the dancers
For perverted glancers.
We too have free-will
Not solely for your thrill.
We too are people
And our pains are real.
We hurt, we cry, we feel.
So I am fighting with the quill!
We are all your equals!
Listen up you creep-os!
Stop strangling me
With marionette strings!
No other human here on this earth should be thought of as merely existing to satisfy your needs. To be human is to have autonomy.