from my face
i will wipe clear the new layer of eyeliner i have applied
i will wash clean the dark maroon that coats my lips
and from my cheeks will wash away the constant allusion of a blush.
let me spill for you the words
that get caught in my throat before they have a chance
to come st-st-stumbling out
each choking me from the abundance held in.
from my body
let me take off these labels
these god foresaken stamps that mark me as theirs
i am not property
i am not for sale.
from my skin
take the bruises he calls love
the scratches that map the whole of my back
and the marks he leaves behind
for next time he says.
from my mind
take the thoughts that are no longer my own
the expectations of what i am supposed to be.
these limitations have become me.
take them all away
and i am a