My Body By Terinee Dozier If I kill, what does it matter? I scratch your back– Yet your lecture proves inevitable Both of us are stuck in this prison. In one ear, out the next, You are held back by “good” Not my–OUR–selves Why won’t you set me free? But I want, My body says so You hold me hostage, And never scratch mine. Stop caring for trash, We are not the same. Let us have freedom’s embrace. Unlike you, I have no need for shame. I ask again, To your cold defiance. My Soul By Terinee Dozier I deny you all Rights of the irrational Out of love and tears, I chain your ankle once more. I hear your howls of need Tainted by temptation, you kneel. For “goodness” i musty implore Your sense of play indeed mindless. But you want, Our body says so. My finite cruelty to you. Ultimately scratches an itch. I never stop caring For we may be “trash” once We may have one idea Glory in Goodness Again, I deny this, To your wildness resolve.