His Property, Naw!

He discretely and quietly protects his property

No other man near or far

His almond colored eyes pierce her soul

Her heart pulsates to the sounds of nature’s movement

She quickly gathers her conscious while maintaining a certain level of interest

Her body remains whole

He often tells her to surrender

She says my body is my own

Surrender my body, man NAW!

It’s my body

It keeps me alive

It’s my sacred place

Truth is, it’s not your property

You can’t control my inner sanctuary

Man please

She refuses to allow his control to sacrifice her peace

She says, my body is my own

She fuels her body with nutrition, hydration, and fine wines

She bathes and caresses her skin with scents from mother earth

Her body is her own

Strengthen by meditation and deep breathing, her body forgives her heart need to be owned

His property, NAW!

a poem by Crystal Tousana

 

 

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