My limbs are not a prize to be won,
My mind is not a wasteland left for your delight.
My thoughts aren't something you can rob me of,
And my security is not something earned.
I control myself.
I choose when to go to sleep,
I choose what to eat,
I choose who deserves my heart.
You can't take my body away from me.
-For me
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Things I Learned From Her
PoetryA collection of poetry. Some poems might be dark, others warm and inviting, but we'll see.