What gives you the right to my body?
To the very secrets corners of my person.
What makes you think you can take as you want and I have to lay there and watch?
Hopeless with no chance of escape.
Who gives you the right to police my behavior and tell me what an appropriate
Like you could even know what it felt like to be me at that moment alone and
What makes you think you can pit my sisters against each other over you?
Like some sick twisted competition that you enjoy.
What makes you think you are a prize?
That I should spend my life pursuing you.
Who made you judge over what my body should look like?
Tearing down my self-esteem if for some reason I don’t comply.
Who has made you lord over this world?
Just because of the nature of your sex.
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