Oh tender, he said
Mine to be forgotten.
Once it was adorn,
Worn proudly like a sleeve.

Tell me darling,
Who gave you permission to label me?
I shall be free,
I shall release thou art within me.

Oh hush honey,
I'm no lap dog of yours,
You have no hold over me,
Shove your obedience up your ass.

I feel free,
I feel me.

Oh how gorgeous art thou,
Express your beauty,
Do what makes you believe.

What is thou that opens your eyes to see?
What it's thou that warms your heart?
What is thou that makes you feel?
© A. A. De La Rosa