My body was once seen as a masterpiece
But only for my eyes to see
Abstract art with my name on it
Yet somehow people think they own it
Have thoughts even when my shirt collar is all the way at the top of my neck
Some even have the nerves to tell you what they think
What they want with your body
They think its a game
Like I\'m a toy that’s in a box with bold letters
Shouting play
As if I’m made of plastic they feel they can mold
As if I\'m your barbie you don’t need permission to hold
I am worth more than my body
My brain my heart is what’s truly worth more
Only if you can see it
Other than my breast that screams to you
Want me more
I swear if I had an option
For what I want people to see first
I would choose my brain
Because my body is my shell just protecting the most valuable things
Yet no one can see the me that actually explains me
But yet they see my body which is only skin deep
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