It's never felt an option

To say no.

 

Once a man

Gets a handle on me

I can't decide

What I think or know.

 

I'm a mad woman,

Incapable; sold -

Unable to grow,

At least on the inside,

Of this muted mold.

 

The rest you can

Get your hands on,

Barter off in parts,

Blow by blow

To your cold

Perverted whims.

 

Now I know

I've sown

And raped myself

Dim.