One to Eight

One by one

They took what they wanted

Until they were done

And I was left gutted.


I wanted to keep

The pieces of me

But it wasn't a leap

To see what they see.


A body to mate

In an intimate way

And I was too late

I had little sway.


Then there is the eighth

They let me have a choice

They make me feel safe

And like I finally have a voice.



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