Do not tell me
what I can
and cannot do.

I am my own person
and am capable
and smart enough
to make my own choices.

Your opinion has no effect
on my life
or on my decisions.

But since you feel the need
to tell me what to do
how about I tell you
to keep your mouth shut.

when i was a little girl
i thought my daddy hung the moon
he worked a lot
but i had the best daddy in the world

when i got a little older
i started to go to my friends' house to play
and i saw their daddies
their daddies were home every day and night
their daddies loved their mommies
their daddies had time for their little girls
but maybe
my daddy just worked a lot. . .

when i was barely a teen
my mommy died
a week later
my dad brought over a new mommy
(but daddy loved mommy)
my dad started telling me lies
(i don't think daddy lied to me..)
my dad has more time for his girlfriends than he does for me
(daddy's only girls were mommy and me)

in my last year of high school
my father left and bought a house
1,102 miles away
he still thinks he's daddy.

i wanna feel
like i can go anywhere
like the world is my playground
and not my prison

i want to feel free
to see the open road in front of me
driving somewhere
anywhere but here
while covered in a sheen of sweat
the windows rolled down
letting the warm summer air
drift in and out of the car
my heart feeling light in my chest
i could fly away
i could do anything. . .

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new