This is my I.
My I
Not your i for you to manipulate
with your images which falsely stimulate
with unseen obscene doctrines
Trying to mock dreams
That my I is build upon
Trying to strangle my I’s children
But my I is my I
Not your i
For you to cut and paste
Creating my I into a non-cultural waste
Trying to stretch my I’s locks
like your truth, so that my I can fit into your little box
Telling me of a woman my I is only a quarter of
Since my I’s personality my I does not slaughter off
Into little skirts
And my I does not need to flirt
Because my I does not need to be down on my I’s knees
Dying for you to please
My I is not a pseudo-i
A mini-you i
A please beat me i
My I does not care if you can not identify
with my I
My I does not care
if you wont put rings on my I’s digits
my I sees no need to feed your mental midgets
my I is my I
a mighty I
a beat you at ball I
an I loving I, I