I Am Nobody’s Funmi
I am nobody\'s Funmi.
I won’t be the one—
Not the dream in your arms,
Not the echo of your want.
I am nobody’s Funmi.
Not even my birth root
Can lay claim to me.
I won’t be tied beneath
Your soaked armpit of desire.
I am nobody’s Funmi.
You can’t have me.
You won’t keep me.
I am not a name for your leash—
I own myself.
I am nobody’s Funmi.
I’m not your Funmi cares—
I feel my own way.
Not your Funmi writes—
These are my words, my wounds, my wins.
I am nobody’s Funmi.
Don’t try to shape my pen,
Or carve your will on my blank pages.
I am not your story to edit.
I am nobody’s Funmi.
Why do you call me yours?
Because my pictures
Pull saliva from your hungry mouth?
Because my pen reshapes
Your jagged thoughts?
Do my pages
Cover your shapeless body?
Does my ink
Wash the stench of your lies?
Then ask yourself—
Is that love? Or need? Or theft?
Nobody owns me—
Not even the roots that bore me.
I am my own ink.
I write in my name.
I bleed on my own pages.
Don’t try to dilute my voice,
Or flood my story with your water.
I am nobody’s Funmi.
I am mine.