You can lock me up. You can. But that's just my body, Can't you see? You can touch me, As you will. But that's just my skin, Do you not feel? My spirits don't hurt, As you break my bones. You can't define me. You can't redefine me. I choose! At every step, I choose. Not your victim, not your protégé - Only I sketch out My identity. The soul guides my path... And I, I walk my path. Even before I knew it's name, You touched my vagina To make your claim. You tried to blacken out All parts of me. And yet, I rose! I am not my body, I am not yours to paint. I choose my colours! I choose my frame! You tried to tell me If I am strong or weak, Validate my tears, Resurrect my sense. I am not my emotions, I am not…