Slave No More

so you think i'm your possession?

"come here, girl, c'mon" you say
patting your thick thigh
whistling to me like my master...

i used to go to you
tail wagging, panting and excited
you SAW me, and that was enough
to make me accept your choke collar...

i was yours, your girl, you told me
(when did i ever own me?...)
i was your slave in truth-
becoming whatever you wanted me to
i could be your security or your slut

my words didn't matter to you
who considered me your property
(look me in the eye and say you don't)
i used to believe i had no control
that i was nothing without "love"

but i'm learning i don't need you

your lying dark brown eyes
have seen me kneel at your feet
for the last time...

the abuse is over now.

so you think i'm your possession?
do you believe i wear your tag?
cause i'm ripping this chain off
your "puppy" is a wolf cub, wild and ready
and i know who my master is now-

myself, and only me.