I am wild, I scream
Baring my teeth
To the unsuspecting trespassers
Turning against the well-meant kindness
The innocent mothering
Making my stomach roil with repulsion
I cannot be controlled
Forced, or willed to be
A fucking thing I am not
As soon as you all stop trying
The sooner you learn
The better off your souls will fare
I am not a chess piece
I am not yours, at all
I am my own.
Only my own.
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