I am mine

He's mine! he screams.

He's mine! she roars.

You bitch!

You motherfucker!

Whose am I?

I think I know,

but I do not.

For I am but a child.

The judge gives

his decision.

I am awarded.

He's mine! he triumphs.

A few years and

same again.

I am awarded

but this time

He's mine, she says,

in spiteful glee,

but weary.

I travel time.

I decide what is all that can be true.

I am,

have been,

will always be

my own.