We don’t own anything.
Our faces aren’t ours to look at. Our names aren’t ours to call. Our bodies weren’t built for us, but for others to touch, feel, live for, live from. Men were made for women, and women were made for men, puzzle pieces that allow themselves to fit once, only once.
And then we made mirrors. People started touching themselves and pleasuring themselves and calling out their own names and man loved men or men and women, and women loved women or women and men, they all loved both an all and everyone and hated and left whenever they pleased.
In the end we are all rebels.
Katrina Del Rosario
