Our Bodies

They shred us

They tear us apart

Our bodies

Are theirs to exploit.

To condemn.

To thoughtlessly explain.

There is nothing wrong with her breasts.

They call on her body

Like a cheap piece of land

And they own her mind

With their words,

Words that have crawled under her skin

Like bugs carrying a disease.

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