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My body is mountains disguised in flesh Fields of grain waving in the breeze My body is plateaus and canyons And every hill you’ve ever climbed
How can Men control our bodies When They refuse to wear a condom Or Even knows how a tampon works Instead of sticking them Up your nose Why don't you educate yourself because
Dear people who think my body is theirs, My body is a temple A temple so beautiful and strong but you choose to break in without my consent and leave my temple broken and bruised.
My Body is an ocean It is graceful and it is powerfulIt is strong