I have chosen to adorn my skin with images that I love
And just because you look, it doesn't mean you fucking touch
If your body is your temple then it means you must defend
From marauders, thieves, and liars
And jealous angry men
To the child crying in the carriage
To the waitress at the bar
To everyone in this room
This is for you.
Hey pervert on the street, where did you learn to greet a stranger?
When you climbed out of the slime of your mother's womb, did you take a breath?
Or did you swoon?