You may eat me with your hungry eyes,
Devouring my flesh from afar,
Through fast visual consumption,
You see a toy, object, avatar.
I’m subjected to your objectifying gaze,
But my body is my possession.
Those who are entitled to touch
Have my express permission.
I will dress and act as I damn well please,
Your beliefs will not control me,
And your false sense of entitlement
Will leave you bereft and lonely.
Emma H, age 26, 08/03/2017