I am My own

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 Dedicated to Free Women... behind wheels
My face is mine

It may have my  mother’s glow

But still it’s mine

My eyes are mine

They may be hard as a stone

My father’s eyes look like my own

But mine are mine.

My lips are mine

They may kiss my lover

They may travel over his skin

They may just wander forever

They may adore and they may sin,

Still they are mine.

My body’s mine

I may sell it if I so wish

I may just leave it to perish

I may bend it until it plies

Or breaks in sobs and mourning sighs .

This body’s mine.

My Honor’s mine

Was never yours

You slave of crime, 

What do you know

About my dreams and dignity

You who condemns fertility

You who denies

And struts with lame virility?

My womb is mine .

I came from you Mother, Father

But I am my own Master

I learned  a lot from you Teacher

But I am My own Master

I’ll always ache for you Lover

But I am my own Master 


So If I wish to drive a car
I'll drive a car
and if I wish to travel far 
I'll travel far
and if I want to belly dance
I'll belly dance
and will engage in politics 
but read romance 
and if I wish to put on weight 
I 'll put on weight 
and I will leave sometimes early 
and come back late
and I will write when I want to 
and I will fight from time to time
you see the thing you never knew
that after all ...
           My mind is mine!

My lust is mine

So is my love

And God is mine

God is above

And I am his and his alone

Don’t you get it ?

     I AM MY OWN!

                                                                        Dima El SAYED