YOU: From the very beginning
All was told they are wrong
Stop believing, stop forgiving
Nothing matters but my reasons why
You think that you know, you know
Your mind is my pleasure and toy
You think what I choose for you
You think what I dedicate to you
Rights and warnings and endless speech
Control not but my begging and guilt
Finish the reasons, know what I think
Kiss not the ground,but my sacred feet
Press down on me, heated breath
I own your life, I own your death.
ME: Your not my mind, nor my soul
I don’t need your shit to feel whole
I don’t need your words, fists or pain
I don’t need the tears that hug my face
I don’t need the slurs, or wicked vile
Spewing from your lips and mind
I don’t need your idea of what perfect is
My perfection is not measured by your hands.
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