My body is mine.

I wear baggy clothes,

Not because I like them, 

But because maybe people will stop touching

What they don’t own.

 

My body is mine.

 

I wear baggy clothes,

I hide under the seams 

To try to not make people to keen,

To touch what doesn’t belong to them.

 

My body is mine.

 

I wear baggy clothes

The aesthetic is there, yes.

But have you ever had to imagine,

What it feels like crawling in your skin.

 

My body is mine.

 

I wear baggy clothes,

But when I don't, 

I'm trying to hard to impress 

They say ‘you can't wear that dress’.

 

My body is mine.

 

I wear baggy clothes 

They say’ looking good babe’

Whistling down the street,

Sometimes it doesn't happen, 

But sometimes it's everyone you meet.

 

My body is mine.

 

I wear baggy clothes,

Hiding what only a few a know,

Your body-

Is the only thing that matters to some of them,

To be an object in a man's eyes.

 

My body is mine.