Every time I hear your voice, I melt.
My heart quickens pace, eager to race my body.
But quickly, everyone pulls out the white flags.
…and we melt…
You own me.
Oh, you own me.
And my rebellious feminist rebels,
but her mouth is gagged and she’s on her knees,
because being more requires less than I once thought.
There is already enough in these walls.
There’s nothing more to prove. To show.
Yes, oh yes, make no mistake…
I could live in your eyes for a lifetime.
– Nisha Moodley