I Still Own My Heart,

For This Freedom I Have Given All I Had For This Darkness I Gave My Light For This Wisdom I Have Lost My Innocence Take My Petals And Cover Me With The Night

I Love To Write And To Get To Know The People Who Are Listening.

And, What's More, This 'precious' Body, The Very Same That Is Hooted And Honked At, Demeaned Both In Daily Life As Well As In Ever Existing Form Of Media, Harrassed, Molested, Raped, And, If All That Wasn't Enough, Is Forever Poked And Prodded And Weighed And Constantly Wrong For Eating Too Much, Eating Too Little, A Million Details Which All Point To The Solitary Girl, To Every Solitary Girl, And Say: Destroy Yourself.

Ea: Is It The Smoke That Smells Like Vanilla? Audience: Yeah. Ea: Yeah, They Do That To Mask The Chemicals That Are Actually Killing You.

If You Want To Be Safe, Walk In The Middle Of The Street.