My body, not me, because I am a person, and my soft, slutty body is not.
Because if my body were a person,
my mother would tell me to continue college and not to strip for money.
My father would teach me the right man would love my personality,
not tell me an hourglass figure is the only one to pleasure a man.
If my body were a person,
past lovers would not have screwed me into submissive vomiting.
But I am a woman, with an objective body,
and my body can offer you anything you’d like
when you don’t have to ask permission.
Author Bio:
Makaila Daniels is a freelance writer and has been writing since 2013. She has a BA in Women’s Studies and a BFA in Creative Writing from Hamline University in St. Paul, MN. She is still at Hamline, where she is working to complete her MFA in Creative Writing. Upon her acceptance into the MFA program, she received the Shirley Pearl Scholarship for her exceptional writing sample. She is dedicated to her work in the mental health field and volunteers as a Sexual Assault Advocate and Crisis Counselor. Mercedies currently resides in Chisago City, MN with her boyfriend and their two children, Logan and Harmony.