My body is not my own. I can adorn it with whatever I choose, as long as it accentuates my butt and as long as you can see my chest peeking through a tight shirt. As long as it doesn’t involve carpenter jeans and a loose fitting t-shirt. As long as I can be objectified, I can wear what I want on a body I don’t own.
My body is not my own. I can use it to go places, as long as I walk with a sway in my hips and move out of your way. As long as I move it to draw your attention to my accentuated butt and exposed chest. As long as my movements excite your imagination with sex, I can move how I please in a body I don’t own.
My body is not my own. I can use it for pleasure, as long as I bring pleasure to you. As long as you can still dominate my body for your desires, even if they are not my own desires. As long as my wet vessel makes you come in all your power, I can experience “pleasure” in a body I don’t own.
My body is not my own. I can sustain life inside me for the next generation, even if it’s not my choice. As long as you don’t have to take responsibility, even if it means a less than full life for me. As long as your power over my body can continue, I can bring life through a body I don’t own.
My body is owned by a construct which says a penis has more power than my life. A construct which says you can suppress me, rape me, or force me to bring forth a child I don’t want. You tell me I’ll be grateful for this demand you have made on my body and my life. And then you’ll own two bodies.
My body is owned by the powerful, the political, the male. I am held a slave because I have a uterus. I am held powerless because my balls are ovaries. I am conquered because of the curve of my breasts. My body is not my own.
Yet, there will come a day, a day when the religion which made you the possessor will turn against you in a faith which makes you the last and I the first. A day when the white bearded God you spoke for, will speak for me and you will see that God has always been “She.” A day when the bodies of my sisters, mothers, and lovers will be their own; no longer raped, beaten, or forced. A day when my body will be my own.