At My Own Will Poem by Damilare Tella

At My Own Will

If I must be the wheel that bears your desires,
Let it turn by my own will.
If I must wait upon the table of your needs,
Let it be of my own choosing.

If my will must be imprisoned
Within the walls of your ego,
Why should my defiance
Be the marrow of our contention?

Shall we not disturb the peace
With which you intend to forge my being?

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