Maybe

Sometimes I want to matter.
I don't want to compromise my beliefs to make you happy. I don't want you to defile my body with hungry hands fluttering to every inch of my being making my skin crawl and itch with every touch wishing I could be anywhere but here with you. Just so you can be happy. Just so you can feed your greedy hunger. So you can feel like more of a man. I am more than a nice ass and a pair of tits. I am more than a catcall for you to make yourself feel dominant over me. I am more than you yelling at me when I disagree. I am more that you attacking me as if saying "but you didn't say no" was enough. Because I thought the tears staining my face and my legs clamping shut was it a fucking clue to you that I didn't want it that I wasn't asking for it. my body is more than food for your hungry hormones I am a person, not an object for your desperate hands to break apart