I am my own.
Nobody has the right to own me.
They can not tell me what to
-do
-say
-think.
So why do they try?
It is my body.
It is me.
I am not theirs.
They can't control it.
They may not like it.
They may still try.
But I am my own.
'Til the day that I die.
And if you think otherwise.
Then you should be shamed.
Because I am my own.
And that's how it'll stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem