Am I allowed to be soft?
Are you sure you won't mistake me for heather and uproot all of me to make your bed softer?

Am I allowed to be quiet
Without giving you permission to speak for me?

Am I allowed to relax
And let my tee shirt gape, my breasts on display without inviting your rape?

Am I allowed to stain?
Prove that I'm god-not-man made without asking for ridicule?

Am I allowed to be
who I am
who I want to become
without asking for permission?