Desire

My body is not your object
My brain is not yours to keep
I am a woman yes, but I am far from weak
My beauty is not found in paintings
My skin is no blank canvas
This mind does not think of you as an animal, so why am I?
This womb creates life
These hands touch gold
My body is not here for you to use
My rights were not made only to then be abused
I am a woman with fire
and I am a woman
with deep desire.

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