emmalou490
It is not his policy, my policy, or her policy.
It is always THEIR policy.
Them, not us.
When will the universe cease
this battle?
What I could only wish to be,
my sides aching, as though the seams are tearing,
my eyes vacant,
my brow furrowed in pain.
To be whole.
To be happy.
To be content.
Oh, but that is a fantasy
that only fools indulge in.
Oppression and beauty.
Seduction of a princess.
I am powerful, and yet,
I am yours to take.
Objectify me, but only when
I grant you permission.
I am a woman of the 21st century:
needing love, craving attention.