I am not a muse for you, not an inspiration for your lyrical ballads or harmonious hymns.
I am not the Sun that will shine eternally bright for you.
I am not your sweetie, in fact the very name makes me quite sour.
I am not your Juliet,the thought of it makes me want to place a dagger in my chest.
I am not a damsel in distress, so you may retire your armor.
I am not “cool for a girl,” in fact, that comment is rather uncool.
I am not your sexual object, I object to the very notion.
I am not your golden trophy to be displayed because I have been placed in the rain and I find that I do rust.
I am not your princess because I am already a queen of my own territory, dear prince.
I am not restricted by society’s political agenda, so forgive me if I fail to affirm your stereotypes and ideals.