In hate
you would take from me all that I am
all that I lay claim to.
You’d rip from me
my very essence.
In a shower of rage,
you’d steal from me
that which gives me power
my soul.
How presumptuous of you.
Your power trip
makes you think
this power
is your own.
It’s essence
was merely given to you
nearly relinquished
by me.
I have given you something
I should not have
but it is still mine
to take away.
Who says that you have power
over those things which I hold dear,
who gave you claim over that which is not your’s to take?
You have not made me
merely shaped me;
you cannot take from me
that which is not yours.
For my essence is
my sole
autonomy.
Caia Rose 