Written last 2019
I am a woman.
I am a sister.
I am a mother.
I am a human.
I am not an object,
That is simply meant to be played.
I am more than just some luck,
That you can talk about me like some kind of subject.
I am more than your lusts,
That’s mere purpose is to open my legs.
I do not deserve to beg,
And only to be broken by men’s deadly threats.
Respect me as a woman.
Respect me as a sister.
Respect me as a mother.
Respect me as a human.
