A woman is not a bird, in a cage to be kept.
She is not a puppy, trained to play fetch.
Her loyalty not assured, with toy or with bone,
She is a fully realized, singular person.
Her spirit is her own.
She cannot be purchased, bartered for or acquired.
She is not a shiny object for you and others to admire.
She cannot be possessed and for this will not atone.
If forced to choose between another and her heart,
She must walk alone.
Foolish any attempt to preserve with lock and chain,
Her soul and strength not accepting of restraint.
Demanding her due with no deference to anyone else,
The thrilling, beautiful truth of her is,
She only belongs to herself.
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