I am nobody's Funmi

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‎I Am Nobody’s Funmi

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‎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.

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‎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.

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‎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.

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‎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.

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‎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.

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‎Why do you call me yours?

‎Because my pictures

‎Pull saliva from your hungry mouth?

‎Because my pen reshapes

‎Your jagged thoughts?

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‎Do my pages

‎Cover your shapeless body?

‎Does my ink

‎Wash the stench of your lies?

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‎Then ask yourself—

‎Is that love? Or need? Or theft?

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‎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.

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‎Don’t try to dilute my voice,

‎Or flood my story with your water.

‎I am nobody’s Funmi.

‎I am mine.

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