America, I am not your mother.
I will not toil day and night,
Only for you to leap out of bed and leave me empty-handed.

America,
I am not your wife.
I will not carry your children,
Only for you to decide when and how I’m allowed to care for myself.

America, I will not be another statistic.
Not for the men you’ve empowered,
The ones who believe it’s their right to “grab them by the pussy.”

Tell me, America,
Why did Brock Turner serve only three months for “five minutes of fun,”
While millions of women are left to carry the weight of his crime?
Every year, 4.8 million women endure intimate partner-related assaults and rapes,
And yet, you still ask us to stay quiet.
Still ask us to stay small.

America,
I will not stand down.
You don’t own me,
You don’t own any of us.

No object should have more rights than our bodies.
No law, no man, no society can define our worth.
We will break free from your chains of expectation,
And we will rewrite the rules.