My body is not my own.
My hands do not belong to me
They will not bring my art to life
Or give my words a body.
They are yours,
Trapped in your grasp,
And I cannot pull myself free.
My legs do not listen to me.
Even as I beg them to take me where I need to go.
Instead they follow in your steps,
Stumbling over footprints that aren’t my own,
To a destination I never wanted.
My mouth won’t cooperate,
Captured in your lips,
They repeat your truths
Rather than speak mine.
I want nothing more than to reclaim my body as my own
To be more than a ghost
Looking on as if I do not recognize this vessel to be mine