In one version of my personal hell,
I am on trial
For the many hearts which men claim that I’ve broken
The courtroom is filled with shouting, controlling, angry men
‘But I gave you my body!’ My voice is only audible to myself amidst the raucous.
Who can say that my body was not a fair trade?
I feel that I over-paid, but none of the men ever asked me how I feel.
The men start to turn on each other, because they are each jealous of the others for having had my body- a body they felt belonged only to them
They each find plenty of reasons to despise each other, comparing muscles, testicles and penises
Amidst the fury, I sneak out the back, silently shutting the door
Leaving them condemned to their misery
Outside the courtroom, the world is peaceful, beautiful, blissful-
Birds are singing, the sun is shining as it paints a rainbow across the sky
Each insect and blade of grass adds its music to the symphony
The trumpeting flowers and heralding trees
All celebrate with me
I am free at last
What the men failed to realize is that not only do I not owe them my body- or anything else for that matter-
My body is not even mine to own-
We will part one day, this sacred physical vehicle and I-
When my journey in this lifetime is complete
After many healthy and happy years
Which have only just begun