I have turned suicide notes into love letters.
My body has been a crime scene
and a hospital.
I have felt like a sunflower that's not following the sun.
I have lost myself in the loneliness of a room full of loved ones.
But I've survived things worse than this.
And now I know
there's a universe inside of me
and no way a man could steal it,
no matter how many times he paints my skin blue and green
or tries to reach it
with his manhood.
And even if I'm not the sun;
there a billions of other stars
shining even brighter.