many think they can talk
they talk like they're to decide
whose body is more suitable for that dress
whose ******* look best
I feel heavy in my chest
I'm here to protest
against anyone thinking they have a say
in my home, my body
my secret garden, my skin
the flowers growing in it
remember that -
my tongue is a gun and apparently, I don't even need a permit
remember this -
my body is not yours to judge
my body is mine to grow
my body is not yours to like
my body is mine to love
this is a fight I will not let you miss,
if you dare speak one more time
about whats mine
