I don’t exist to please you

I wasn’t made to give you gratification

Despite my extensive skill sets the one you notice is sexual favor

But, I don’t exist to please you

My body is not an object for you to own–no matter what your ancestors told you

My body is not an object of your pleasure–despite what your father told you

My dreams suffocate under the pressure of your greed and desire

I don’t exist to please you

My body belongs to me. My power belongs to me and even if it angers you, I will not concede.

In my divine feminine, I shall not bow

Whoever said that you were king–they were wrong.