Watch Us Rise (Chelsea)
For Jacob Rizer
You don’t own my body. It’s not yours for the taking.
You don’t get to put your hands on me— touch & burn.
You are too full on your own corrupt metaphors & similes to see that you don’t own me.
Not my head to pat, or my shoulder to bump, or my behind to smack.
You can’t hold me down or shut me up.
I’m an avalanche & my words will drown you.
You know the truth—what you did, who you are.
Think you can bop & weave away, but
You are less than. An equation that equals zero— a subtraction.
The sum of nothing.
You made me feel like nothing.
Like my anatomy was yours to handle, regulate, oversee.
You don’t get to win. I’m not yours to keep or command.
My shape stays my own.
You can keep your brazen, outrageous, hateful hands—to yourself.
