I am not free

but tense and unwavering

 

I am not heard

but roused and spoken for

 

I am not seen

but misguided and reassured 

 

I am not understood 

but manipulated and suppressed

 

I am not felt 

but raped and ashamed

 

I am not yours

but degraded and sold

 

I am not inanimate 

but painted and wound up

 

I am not free, how could I ever be free 

when you think it’s okay to trap me inside of me