Luxury

I am flesh and blood
With a pulse and a voice
Each breath is my own
Yet, I am invaded by strangers
Labelling me as an indulgence
Taxing my biology
Restrictions upon my skin
Bending me to fit
Twisting me around and around
While they smack their lips
As finding enjoyment in my discomfort
As they place their belief, their image upon me
Breaking me down
To an object you display
How many times do I have to say
No
Before you actual hear
The thud of my heartbeat
The growl in my voice
The banging of my feet
And understand
The indulgence of my body
Is the treasure I hold for myself
And not a delicacy to be devoured

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