I Love You

When I wear shorts,

My legs are not yours to observe,

I am not a doll;

I aim to please myself, not you,

When I wear a bikini,

Or,

Even a costume,

It's for the pleasure of feeling the sun

on my skin,

And,

The water at my feet,

I don't wear it for you to oggle me like I am food,

When I choose a dress,

Whether low neckline or,

Above the knee;

I wear it to please me,

Not to feed your eyes,

And finally;

Don't tell me who my friends should be,

Or roast that man for talking to me,

I love you,

Though I am not owned;

I never will be.