It’s My Body

Body, it’s my body
Leave us, you attacker
Attacker anathema

I’m a declarer, a user deterrer
Leave us, you attacker
Attacker anathema

Leave my body, let it be. It lives in a neutrality
From what you say and do to me, harasser of vitality
Manipulator, not today. You all too often have your way
You’ll get what you have coming soon -- until that day I am immune
When we are shocked, we hesitate. We later reevaluate
The motives of the ones we trust, and realize in all we must
Repudiate a violent way. Manipulator, not today
You’ll get what you have coming soon, until that day I am immune