Is Mine...

I shan’t be formed
In the way they design
My thoughts
And my thump
And my thick
Is mine.
I don’t care bout their boogie
That bourgeois is fine
But don’t try
To thwart my thunder
Honey,
This here’s mine.
Are you puzzled
At my movement?
The stature of my stride?
Have you schemed another
Way to strike me down?
I’m not surprised.
My determination for joy
Shall be by no one
Compromised
Though imperfect
I will work it
Honey,
This here’s mine.