My Body

My Body

By: Kalyn Hosler

You see, my body, is my body

It isn’t yours to judge or play with

It is not a baseball that you can “hit”

It is not a homerun if you take me home.

It is not yours.

It is mine to dress up and feel good about.

You don't get to tell me what to wear and what to do with it.

It isn't your job to tell me to wear my shorts shorter and my shirt thinner.

Your job is to respect my mind and my choices.

If i say “no” it doesn't mean, “Yeah go ahead!”

It means no, it means that i don't want your hands there and i don't want you to continue.

It's my body.

Because of you, i can't look at me anymore and say that im safe.

Because of you i hear the voices in my head telling me i'm not good enough.

I hear you in my head, telling me i'll like it, and that you know i want to.

Hearing you saying please, when i said no the second time and walked away.

Every night i scrub a little harder to get the touch of you off my body.  

It's my body yet you've infected it with your toxic touch.  

I hear you telling your friends that you can “hit’’ that.

Acting like my body is some object that you can pass around and give to your friends when you're finished.

Im greater than my body, my body doesn't define who i am.

It isn't my mind and its not my heart.

I have more to offer, you just never cared enough to ask.

All you cared about was what's underneath the clothing that used to protect my body so much, now all i do is try to cover my skin up.

I was taught when i was younger that its whats in the inside that counts

No, not the inside of my clothes,

The inside of my body.

My soul and my heart,

The things that i believe it.

And now im thought that my breasts and a*s count more than any score on a test, any dream i had.

And that i should flaunt and display ostentatiously what God gave me so thoughtfully,

Little did God know what he gave to me is the only thing boys see when they first look at me.

It's not my body anymore, i dont want it.