Consent

by: Marisa Knowlton


consent
here for the taking
the land, my heart, my body
consensual
scrub until I am raw
until I am clean
shave my hair
my innocence is showing
slipping into
something

a little more

comfortable

for your convenience
your settlement
your revenge
you may lay inside
but that does not mean
I abide
I am here

for the taking
here for you to express
all you suppress
and then walk away
fresh
even if inside me grew
a little piece of you
that which born after
lies

would be
your inevitable demise
consensual,
it always is
i never consented to your
abuse
to these nightmares,
i washed my hair
washed my skin
shaved obediently and let you in
but what power did you really win?
where does oppression end and love begin?