Bianca McCowat Poetry

Do you think you own me?
What is your reason?
Are you consious of this
Fascist lie!

I'm perfectly imperfect
I'm impressibly near
I'm maturely child-like
What do you want to hear?

I can contradict my breathing
Can be wholesome and real
One thing I can't and won't do
Is feel.

I'll aspire to your boundaries
I'll listen to your lies
You can mould my view point
But you can't change my eyes

Read my fucking words
Listen to my tone
I'm over all your talking at me
Leave me alone!

Poet: Bianca McCowat