I recoiled at what was asked of my body.
Desire twisted into something foreign and crude.
My spirit learned the language of disgust.

My breath shortened inside your expectations.
My growth felt like a betrayal to you.
I shrank so you could remain comfortable.

You heard my words but missed their meaning.
My boundaries sounded like rejection to you.
I was clear, yet constantly rewritten.

Your moods dictated the weather of my days.
I learned to brace instead of rest.
Silence became my only leverage. 

I carried your chaos like a sentence.
My body was taxed before my consent.
Freedom returned the moment I left.