My body

My choices

My outfit

My truth

My keys in the crook of my fingers

To soothe

The feeling of being alone, I’m afraid

Of being pinned down, and forcefully laid

Of finding there’s nothing that i can do

And knowing well that they’ll think it untrue

Of flinching at the touch of a man

And avoiding their gaze as much as I can

Of bruises

Of cuts

Of choking

I fear

And as I grow old it all becomes clear

People have always told me I can control my own fate

But how am I supposed to when my body is theirs to dictate