I am my own....

I am my own.

See me now, I'm stronger than before.
Your words as a weapon will not burn me. I am the ocean, waving water over your flames which now only burn upon my shore.

And like the ocean, with all her beauty and grace, buried deep within me is the past, the scars, the marks you left upon my body and my face.

I cried so much, I was reborn into the greatest blue there ever were and now I'm too strong to ever fall back on you. Look at where we are.

Try as you might, you'll never receive the same satisfaction you once did. Sticks and stones and words thrown, I'll speak the truths through the ocean foam. Calmy though, so that you know you cannot taunt me anymore. I am my own.

I will never be your commodity, your property, I will never be owned. What you had can never be bought or sold and in time you will reap exactly what you sew.

I will not draw satisfaction from your suffrage, hatred will never make me glow.

I am the ocean, and you are but a man trying to stir me pushing oars through me in a tiny paddle boat. I am my own.