I
Am Me.
In honor of every girl who has survived.
In memory of all the girls who didn’t stand a chance.
Not
a jizz rag,
Not
a punching bag,
Not
for you to brag.
I Am Me.
Not
an orifice,
Not
a pair of tits,
Not
for you to diss.
I Am Me.
Not
a mouthy bitch,
Not
a pushy broad,
Not
for you to hit—no matter how hard.
I Am Me.
Not
a helpless maiden
Nor
Handmaid of Satan.
Not
for you to shit on.
I Am Me.
Not
a needy whore,
Not
a brainy bore,
Not
yours to ignore.
I Am Me.
Not
an old man’s charmer (Leviticus 21:13-15),
Not
a king’s bed-warmer (1 Kings 1:1-4),
Not
yours to barter (Genesis 19:8, Judges 19:24).
I Am Me.
Not
a stupid missy,
Not
an untamed filly,
Not
for you to diddly.
I Am Me.
Not
a virgin vessel,
Not
a distressed damsel,
Not
for you to gamble.
I Am Me.
Not
a t-shirt slogan,
Not
a male that’s broken,
Not
for you to put down.
I Am Me.
Not
the shame of boys—“Sissie!”
Not
the blame for hormones—“Crazy!”
Not
the aim of your creation envy—“Hysterical!”
I Am Me.
Not
your closet for being gay
Nor
your test for going straight.
Not
your fix for what’s innate.
I Am Me.
Not
“forbidden fruit,”
Not
for “cherry-picking,”
Not
yours “ripe for the taking.”
I Am Me.
Not
a notch on posts,
Not
the brunt of jokes,
Not
a field for your wild oats—Go sow yourself.
I Am Me.
Not
to ply with drugs or drinks
Nor
supply frat boys’ high jinx.
Not
yours to score for scoring points.
I Am Me.
Not
a “Lassie,” “Chick,” or “Sow,”
Nor
a “Pet,” “Hen,” or “Cow.”
Not
yours to name, anyhow.
I Am Me.
Not
a passive receptacle
Nor
the weaker recipient.
Not
a submissive slot to fill.
I Am Me.
Not
a spoil of war or conflict,
Not
a thing to sell or traffic,
Not
yours to photo graphic.
I Am Me.
Not
my mother’s sub,
Not
my sister’s doub,
Not
for you to slug.
I Am Me.
Not
my brother’s hate,
Not
my father’s mate,
Not
for you to rape.
I Am Me.
Not
a cure for having AIDS,
Not
a prize at heaven’s gate,
Not
yours to genital-mutilate.
I Am Me.
Not
anyone’s blank slate,
Not
someone’s book of fate,
Not
yours to groom and bait.
I Am Me.
Not
a body in your attic,
Not
a slave in your basement,
Not
yours to crucify with your patriarchal religion.
I Am Me.
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